Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Then there was the grocery store. I can’t go there and not think about her. And meal prepping in my kitchen, forget about it. She’s wormed her way under my skin, and while sleeping with your friend’s sister is frowned upon, I can’t help it. I’ve never been that guy. The one to put a woman above my friendships or my family, but she’s burrowed her way inside me, and this is the only way I know how to get her out.
She’s taken over my life and my mind. I just need to satisfy my craving for her, and then life can go back to normal for both of us. I see it in her eyes that she wants me too. She’s on board with this, as long as we keep it between us. Honestly, I’m at the point of wanting her so damn bad I don’t really care who knows. Friendships be damned, but I know it’s better this way. This isn’t us falling in love. This is me showing her what it’s like when a man who knows his way around a pussy cherishes hers.
My fingers twitch to touch her, which is why I blurted out to Deacon that I could take her home. It’s not a lie. She is on my way, and he’s on the other side of town. I was being a good friend and a bad one at the same time. I’m about to devour every inch of his little sister, and I want her so bad after craving her for the last three weeks. I can’t seem to find it in me to care that I’m breaking the bro code.
Steeling my resolve, I turn to look at her. Her green eyes show me so much. She’s cautious about what we’re about to do, but she wants it just as much. “You ready?” I manage to ask without letting the desire I feel for her shine through.
“Yes.” One word, with that look in her eyes, tells me everything.
She wants this.
She wants me.
My cock is as hard as steel, and I know the time to flee is here. I can’t let anyone see me like this, or our cover is blown. I slide my hands into my pockets for two reasons. One, I’m hoping it will hide the fact that I’m hard for her. The other? It keeps me from reaching for her. It keeps me from sliding my fingers between hers or placing my hand on the small of her back. It keeps me from slipping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her into my chest.
I’ve never had this raw need for a woman before.
Only with Palmer.
Deacon and Ramsey push open the door to the Willow Tavern, with Palmer and me right behind them. As soon as we’re outside, I pull in a lungful of fresh air. Slowly, I exhale, attempting to calm my ass down.
“Palmer, I’ll call you tomorrow,” Ramsey calls out as they walk toward Deacon’s truck, and we walk toward mine.
Palmer lifts her hand in a wave but doesn’t stop moving toward the passenger side of my truck. I want to race after her and open her door, but that would be too obvious, right? No, that’s not true. My momma raised me to be a gentleman, but before I can make a choice, she’s already tugging the door open. She slides inside and stares straight ahead. Opening my door, I take my spot behind the wheel.
My hands grip the wheel so tight that my knuckles are white. Starting the engine, I reverse out of the parking spot and pull out on the road. A glance out of the corner of my eye, even in the dim lighting of the cab, I can see her wringing her hands together. Not able to resist, I reach over and lace her fingers with mine.
“We don’t have to do this, Palmer.”
She takes an audible breath. “Did you change your mind?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” I keep her hand in mine while we drive to my place. Sure, we could have gone to hers, but I don’t want questions as to why my truck was sitting in the lot longer than it takes to drop her off.
It’s more than that, though. Over the last three weeks, most recently, the last two, since the day we hung out at my place, I’ve wanted her there. I imagined her in my space again. I’ve imagined her in my bed, in my shower, on the kitchen island, and, well, every other surface in my house. It’s weird for me because I’ve never wanted a woman there. With Palmer, it’s a need. It’s more than an itch that needs to be scratched.
It’s indescribable.
The remainder of the drive is silent. Her hold on my hand never wavers, and that gives me hope that she’s not going to regret this. I know I’ll never regret this night with her. Whether it’s just tonight or a series of nights, I know without a doubt I could never regret any of them. Not with her.