Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 6
Bishop
Idropped Korrie off half an hour ago, and the entire time, all I’d been thinking about was how I should have kissed her good night.
I tossed my keys on the table, toed off my boots, and then just stood there. Despite the deep conversation we shared, I’d been uncomfortably aroused. My cock was still hard, not even going down an inch after I dropped her off and drove home. I liked the fact she wasn’t too far from where I lived, even if she was in the opposite direction.
I liked that I could see her easily, whenever I wanted. She made me feel whole, and for the first time ever, I felt like everything in life happened because it had all been leading up to meeting Korrie.
I exhaled and headed toward the hallway, needing a shower—a cold one, preferably. I didn’t bother turning on any lights until I was in the bathroom. I reached out and switched it on, the harsh fluorescent bulb kicking on, causing me to squint until my vision adjusted.
Bracing my hands on the counter, I hung my head and closed my eyes. My mother would have loved Korrie. Loved her so much that she would have told me to always treat her right and keep her happy, because women like Korrie only came once in a lifetime.
And of course she’d have been right. So right.
She lost her mother. So had I. But it wasn’t that similarity that connected us. I felt that before I knew anything about her. No, there was something deep down, primal, elemental that tied us together.
Soul mates.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Korrie, couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that I’d told her about my mother passing away. I hadn’t told anyone that in years, something I kept to myself no matter who was around or what was going on. It just usually dredged up old wounds that I was trying to let heal—ones that probably would never fully close—but nonetheless, I kept a tight lid on that part of my life.
Until her.
What would she think if she knew I hadn’t been with a woman in all too fucking long? How would she feel if she knew I just hadn’t cared about forming any kind of relationship?
Would she think that was weird? Would she think something was off about me, that maybe I was… damaged? I wouldn’t blame her. I was sure most people would think someone who hadn’t been in any kind of relationship, hadn’t even wanted to be with a female in a good fifteen years, meant they were cold and detached.
I exhaled again and opened my eyes, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
I felt weary, but it wasn’t the physical kind; it was mental. Although I wanted Korrie so fucking badly, a part of me held back—yet realistically I was failing in that regard. I knew a part of me needed to take things slow with her. And I sure as fuck didn’t want to go that route. I wanted to claim her fast and hard. Every male, alpha instinct in me said Korrie was meant to be mine and mine alone.
We both had baggage, and she had responsibilities, priorities, so starting anything romantic probably wasn’t even on her radar.
She’s the only thing on my radar.
And wanting her wasn’t just about sex—that was up there, though… really fucking high up there. I also wanted to be her companion. I wanted to be her partner. I wanted to be her equal.
I want to be her forever.
I pushed away from the sink and stripped off my clothes, turned on the shower, and kept that shit ice-cold. I wanted to jerk one off, to ease the pressure in my cock and balls, but that almost seemed… wrong.
So here I was, letting the water slap at my body like little cold daggers, the temperature doing nothing to ease my arousal, and thinking about how I’d already fallen for Korrie.
I’ve already fallen in love with her, and now I have to make her mine.
CHAPTER 7
Korrie
One week later
After another week working at Lyrics, I’d gone from part-time to damn near working every night. And that was perfect for me, exactly what I wanted and needed.
With asking Bishop for a couple more shifts, Pyper and Regan needing me to cover a few of their nights in the next few weeks, and the incredible tips I made, things were looking up where finances were concerned. I’d have a little bit saved for my father’s meds, and as long as my hours kept up like this and my tips were this steady, I was even looking into possibly hiring someone to be with him a night or two during the week while I worked so he wasn’t alone.
I closed out the last customer, and Regan led them out—all the while the trio singing slurred versions of ’80s hits—before she locked up. I sat at the bar and started going through my paperwork while Regan and Pyper cleaned up their areas. There was light jazz playing overhead, and I let a smile filter across my face as I remembered the singer who’d come in tonight.