Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“I have no problem with it. Usually when I see someone who has one, they’re still learning, and there’s a noticeable limp. Or else they have one that doesn’t fit properly.”
He smiles, and then he tugs his black shirt over his head. STERLING is tattooed vertically down his chest to his hip on his side, and I snap my eyes away from his muscled up physique. Why the hell is he pulling his shirt off? Did I send the wrong signal?
“I spilled my beer. I wasn’t trying to spook you,” he says, laughing. I realize I’ve taken several steps back without even noticing it.
Oh. I ran over him and made him spill his beer. I was only focused on the foot I thought I had just thoroughly smashed.
I relax, as he moves to the fridge to grab a fresh beer and dries his chest off with a towel.
“Am I interrupting?” Wren asks, his body pushing against mine from behind.
Yeah. He’s jealous. And I’m smiling.
“Spilled my beer,” Dale says without turning around as he twists the cap off the new beer. He grins as he finally faces Wren—who has possessively wrapped his arms around my middle, pulling me tighter against him.
“No worries, Wren. Corbin told me what you did to Billy. I don’t want to get on your bad side,” Dale says, laughing. He winks at me as he walks out, and Wren mutters something like damn Sterlings.
I turn in Wren’s arms, cocking an eyebrow as a small smile plays on my lips.
“Did you just get jealous?” I ask teasingly.
His lips twitch, but he restrains his smile before lifting me up and putting me on the counter. He pushes my legs apart so that he can step in between them, and he tugs me until my center hits his. A small gasp leaves my lips, and he lets his thumbs graze the undersides of my breasts, stroking me through the bra.
“Yes, I did,” he says honestly, brushing his lips against mine as his hands slide down my waist. When those daring hands go under my shirt, my breath ceases.
He keeps inching his hands up until he reaches my bra, and his thumbs slip under the material, stroking the bare flesh the way he was doing over my shirt seconds ago. A moan slips out unbidden, and Wren’s lips slide down my neck.
“I’m not used to being jealous, Allie,” he says against my neck. “I’ve never been jealous before.”
My stomach tightens, and for a brief, twisted second, I can’t help but feel a little special upon hearing that admission. His voice is quiet and a little deeper than usual as he continues speaking in between kissing and sucking my neck, and my fingernails dig into his shoulders as my legs clasp around his waist.
“What was Tag talking about? I mean about you breaking?” I whisper, trying to distract him from doing things with that damn tongue and those tormenting lips I love so much.
“He knew you’d break me. But you didn’t just break me. You brought me to my knees.” He pulls back, letting me see the intensity of his full gaze before continuing. “I don’t fight. I don’t get jealous. I got pissed at Billy for betraying me when he slept with Erica—the first time—but I didn’t get jealous. So make me understand why I get jealous with you,” he says, but his lips return to my neck, and his hands inch higher, moving under my bra so that his thumbs can tease my nipples.
My head falls back and my grip on him tightens—with my hands and legs. He leans forward, keeping a firm hold on me as he continues to devour my neck slowly.
“Why do I get jealous with you, Allie?” he asks again, as if I happen to have the answer. “How do you drive me so crazy that all I want to do is bury myself inside you for hours at a time, and hide you from the rest of the world so they can’t see how fucking incredible you are?”
He really needs to stop talking. Shit. I’m making sounds. It’s like my body responds to him without my permission, and it’s enough to drive me crazy in a good and bad way. I’m falling more and more for him every day.
“You guys are getting as bad as Kode and Tria,” Rain says, laughing much too close, and Wren immediately pushes my shirt down before tugging me flush against his chest.
My face is probably every shade of red there is, so I bury it in Wren’s neck while wrapping my arms around him. I just want to get him home.
“Want to go to my place?” he whispers against my ear as Rain walks through to head to the fridge.
Grinning, I lean back and nod.
“Good. Those tight pants have been messing with my head all day. Let’s go.”