Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
She came on a high, bringing me crashing down with her. Our bodies shuddering with desire. My mind going fuzzy and delirious as I held her in my arms.
“Trouble,” I whispered into her hair.
“Mmm,” she said, nuzzling against me. “I’m the trouble you want.”
Finally, she slid off of me and went into the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later in a big, fluffy Percy Tower bathrobe, the signature P in gold on the right pocket.
And I realized I never wanted her out of my sight.
“Do you have to go home?” I asked.
“I thought we’d get breakfast.”
“But after?”
“I should probably check in with Mom.”
“Room service then. I need you at least once more before we leave.”
She grinned and jumped back onto the bed, crashing into me. “I want pancakes.”
“All the pancakes you’d like,” I said against her lips.
“And then seconds,” she teased.
“Or maybe seconds and then pancakes.”
I pressed her back against the bed, and her stomach rumbled. She laughed, covering her face.
“Or maybe pancakes first,” I corrected. “Can’t have you hungry.”
She jerked me down for another kiss, and then I went to the hotel phone to order breakfast for us. I couldn’t help watching her in the bed, a satisfied smile on her lips as I placed the order.
I wondered how we’d gotten to this moment.
And how long it was going to last.
18
Harley
Later that morning, I was in Chase’s Porsche, cruising toward my mom’s house. We’d lounged in his massive hotel room for as long as I could get away with it. I wanted him all to myself all day, but I hadn’t anticipated the day we’d have and needed a change of clothes. So, I was going to pop back in with Mom. I didn’t have anything I had to do until Monday morning with my internship. I planned to take advantage of every single minute with him.
Plus, I was kind of looking forward to Mom’s reaction to Chase.
And a little worried.
“This is the turnoff.”
He shifted gears as he pulled off the interstate. “Not words I’m used to hearing from you.”
I laughed. “I haven’t found the thing you do that turns me off.”
He smirked at me. “I accept this.”
“Are you ready for this?”
“For what exactly?”
“Meeting my mom. She said she wanted to meet you when she realized it was a date.”
His eyes widened as his eyes skid to mine across the car. “She did? You did not mention this before.”
“Scared of parents?” I asked with a grin.
“No, parents love me.”
I snorted. “Modest.”
“Should I be concerned?”
“You took her only daughter out on a date, and I didn’t come home.” I raised my eyebrows. “I mean, she’s going to know what we were up to.”
“Fair.”
“I wouldn’t worry,” I said with a laugh. “It’s my mom.”
Chase looked a little worried. Which was fine. I wanted to see him sweat for a minute. Even though there was no reason to.
My mom was so cool. A woman who had been a roadie for ’80s rock bands had a fast and loose approach to parenting. After all, she’d done all the rebellion that I—her brainiac daughter—had never done.
Until Chase Sinclair…
“Well, I hope you’re right.”
“Guess we’ll find out,” I said with an unconcerned shrug.
A half hour later, Chase pulled the Porsche up in front of my childhood home. He parked on the street and jogged around to my side. I practically skipped up the sidewalk with Chase on my arm.
I turned the doorknob to the unlocked house and called out, “Mom! I’m home.”
“Oh, Harley?” she asked, a note of panic in her voice. She hurried out of the kitchen with a flush on her cheeks.
“Mom. This is Chase.” I gestured to him. “Chase, my mom, Tanya.”
“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.”
“I didn’t expect you home.” Her eyes jumped between me and Chase.
She was acting weird. And I didn’t know what that was about. It couldn’t be Chase.
“Is everything all right?”
“Oh, sure. Yes.”
Then, a figure I never wanted to see again strolled out of the kitchen.
“Owen,” I said in disbelief.
What in the fuck was my dad doing here? Not only was I no contact. So were all my brothers. He hadn’t been at Jordan’s wedding. Even Whitt had cut him out. And as far as I knew, so had my mom.
“Hey, honey,” he said with a charismatic smile, as if nothing at all was amiss.
And maybe he could have pulled it off, but my mom couldn’t.
“Mom?” I asked. “What the hell?”
“It’s fine, honey. Your dad just came by to say hello.”
Sure.
Hello.
I highly doubted that. Especially since I knew that my mom, for some unknown reason, still loved the man. She’d given him her whole heart, and he’d abused it to the point where she couldn’t ever leave. She was too enamored with him. And I hated it.
“This must be your young man,” my mom said in a high-pitched voice. “I was telling your dad that you were out on a date.”