Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Then the others do the same, each one taking care of their trash before thanking her and pressing their lips to her cheek.
Donnie, the most respectful one of the group, whispers a simple thank you, not touching her, and it makes me consider him for employee of the year because Ethan's ass just got knocked to the bottom of the list right along with Ronnie and the other guys.
Once they're all several feet away, getting back to work without being told to do so, I feel territorial, as if I might need to rub myself all over her to claim her in some way. I know they were all grateful for breakfast, but the kiss on the cheek was extra just to get on my damned nerves. These men don't see me with women. I've never flaunted anyone in front of them, so they're very aware of just how different she is.
"I should go," she whispers.
"Not yet," I tell her, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the front porch.
I have a million and one things I could be doing right now, but not a single one of them matters other than making sure she doesn't feel like she shouldn't have come here.
"Mac," she whines, but there's no resistance in our connection.
She isn't pulling away and trying to scurry back to her car.
I spare a glance over my shoulder once I guide her in the house, noticing that all the guys have cleared the front yard and have no doubt made it back to the shop.
We now have the privacy I was aching for fifteen minutes ago, but she seems less than eager now, which contradicts how I read her mood earlier.
"Ronnie and Donnie share," I say, wondering if I'm reading the situation wrong.
Maybe she wasn't uncomfortable outside. Maybe she was considering what two men would have to offer her.
"What?" she asks, her brows drawing closer together.
"The same woman," I explain. "They share the same woman... sexually."
"I know," she replies, her face still a mask of confusion. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"I didn't know if you were considering giving them a go."
I grind my back teeth. Just saying the words makes me want to go line the twins up and beat their asses one by one.
"Seriously?" she asks, taking a step back from me.
The distance is enough to drive me mad.
"Why would you think I want to be shared?" Her eyes narrow before she continues, "Are you about to make some sort of suggestion? I swear on everything that is holy, Mac Hammer, if you—"
I step up and kiss her, because how could I not?
She melts into me as if right here in my arms is all that she's ever wanted.
Tongues tangle.
Lips move.
My hands roam down her back until I have two healthy handfuls of her ass.
She groans in the kiss, lifting up on the tips of her toes to get a few inches closer.
My cock thickens, throbbing behind the denim of my jeans, and the ache continues to grow to an almost unbearable level as her body slowly and sensuously rolls against mine.
"Come upstairs with me," I whisper against her lips.
Her lips turn up into a smile against mine for a brief second before she takes a step back, grinning up at me.
I swear the woman is an angel. She's the prettiest thing I've ever seen, and the only thing that would make this moment better is if she was under me naked with my cock stuffed to the hilt inside of her.
"Upstairs," I repeat, reaching for her hand and tugging her forward.
Only this time, she doesn't glide easily behind me. Instead, her feet dig in as she wordlessly refuses to follow me.
"What's wrong?"
"You have work," she says in a chastising yet playful tone. "Your men are outside waiting for you."
"My men know what their tasks are for the day. They'll be fine. Unfortunately, this won't take very long."
She chuckles when I reach down and try to resituate my cock. The damn thing is driving me mad, making me feel like a teenager who will stomp their foot in annoyance if I don't rectify the situation soon.
She still doesn't budge when I tug her arm again.
"Please?" I ask, not too proud to beg her.
She tilts her head to the side as her eyes study my face, and I hate that her expressions are still so new to me that I'm having a hard time figuring out what's going on in her head.
I could've sworn with the kiss and the way she clung to me just a moment ago that she was a hundred percent on board, that her train of thought matched mine, but now I'm doubting it.
"Is there something wrong?" I ask. "I wanted to—"
A loud knock on the front door makes me want to throw shit.