Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
I grinned. “It’s a great bribe, but this isn’t about me. This is about you. And right now, I’m gonna give you something I think we both need.”
Chapter 15 Adrian
I couldn’t help but feel like I’d fallen down the rabbit hole as I glanced over at Owen in the driver’s seat. He still wouldn't tell me where we were going, but he was grinning like a kid in a candy store — not that I was going to complain. Everything had changed so quickly, but I wouldn’t change a single minute of it. I was going to hang on tight for as long as it lasted.
I wasn’t naive enough to believe it would last forever. It couldn’t. But I wasn’t going to waste time worrying over what might happen. Just the fact that I’d woken up wrapped in his arms and he didn’t regret what we’d done was more than I’d expected.
I was going to hold on to this new Owen for as long as he let me — the new Owen who was still giving me that little smirk that said he was entirely too pleased with himself. “So are you going to tell me now?”
Owen shook his head and reached over to rest his hand on my knee, casually, like it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. “Nope. You only have a few more minutes though.” That should have at least given me a clue, but a few minutes covered a lot of area when you lived near the interstate. “Give me a hint?”
He squeezed my leg and laughed. “You should just be grateful that I didn’t blindfold you.”
Oh. Owen gave a low chuckle that sent shivers down my spine and his hand started wandering up my thigh. “You liked that idea. You look so fucking vanilla, but I bet you have all kinds of dirty fantasies running through that smart brain of yours.”
Not until I’d started researching everything online, and not until he’d started looking at me like he finally really saw me.
“I…” Was I supposed to tell him? He had that wicked, teasing look that said he wasn’t going to leave it alone. In the past, that expression had made me cringe inside. I’d been afraid of what he was going to say or do. But now, it sent a flood of anticipation rolling through me.
His laughter was rough and filled with something I couldn’t quite understand, but his hand eased up higher on my leg until he was almost touching my cock. It shoved any worries completely out of my head.
“You’re safe right now, Adri, but I’m not going to go so easy on you later.” Owen’s fingers closed the final gap so they brushed up against the head of my dick. “I don’t think you want me to go too easy on you, do you, Pup?”
A low moan escaped and all I could think of was how good it would feel if he would just move his fingers, if he would just do something. Anything. One finger started circling the tip, making it hard to breathe.
“Do you?” The finger pressed down just hard enough to make my head fall back. “Pup?”
It was clearly a question, but I couldn’t remember what it was, not with him touching me like that. “What?”
His laughter echoed through the car, but he eased up enough to let me think. I didn’t know what he’d found so funny. “Do you want me to take it easy on you, Pup?” I could feel the heat creeping up my face, but I told myself I wasn’t going to hide anything from him. Not while he was mine. The words wouldn’t come, but I closed my eyes and shook my head.
“Fuck, Adri…” His voice was rough and heated, but there was something else in it. Those little threads of emotion that made curling up with him last night so incredible. When his lips touched mine, my eyes jerked open.
“Owen, you’re gonna—”
We were parked.
At Walmart!
Owen gave me a look of smug satisfaction that only he could manage, and it started to sink in that he really had brought me to Walmart. He’d hyped up a trip to the store like it was something hot instead of mundane.
It still gave me butterflies, even though I was a little annoyed he’d acted like this was a huge thing. Hadn’t I been promised a surprise or something suspenseful? That didn’t mean groceries.
I thought he was just screwing with me, but he opened the door of the car instead of backing out and taking us somewhere else. “Well? You gonna sit in the car, or are you gonna come in and play house with me?”
“You have got to be kidding me.” I slouched back in the seat, trying to hide how cute he was. He did not need to be encouraged. Playing house? It was almost like he thought of us as a real couple.