Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
My legs shake, my back arches, my spine tingles. So. Damn. Close.
“Diesel!” Two hard knocks sound at the door, and we both freeze. “Open the door!”
“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” He growls.
The doorknob jiggles, and that’s when I push him off me. “Shit, I need my bra and shirt!” I fly off the couch, gathering my things, and once I cover myself, I rush toward the bathroom.
Diesel grabs my arm and stops me before I make it down the hall. “Stay in there, and I’ll come get you when they leave.”
I nod. “Don’t forget your shirt.” Then I lower my gaze to his groin. “Might wanna adjust that…”
He curses under his breath, then walks back to the living room while I go and hide.
Like a dirty mistress.
After ten minutes of waiting, I start to worry. I heard voices at the front, but he didn’t let them in. I don’t know what excuse he gave them, but after a while, it goes eerily quiet, and I worry he left me in here.
Another five minutes pass, and I grow more annoyed. “Fuck this shit.”
Slowly, I undo the lock and poke my head out. I don’t hear a thing and decide to chance it.
The moment I open the door wider and step out into the hallway, a hand covers my mouth, and I’m slammed into a hard body.
“Shh…” Diesel whispers into my ear, then pushes me back inside the bathroom. After he shuts the door, he twists me in his arms, then lifts me up under my thighs.
“What the hell are you doing?” I squeal and wrap my arms around his shoulders as he carries me to the sink counter. “Who’s here?”
“Your dad.”
My eyes widen. “What? Why?”
“And Riley.”
“Oh hell. That can’t be good.” My head falls back against the mirror.
“Nah, it’s fine. They were looking for something I had in my truck. They’re gone now.”
I straighten and look at him. “Then why did you—” I wave my arm out. “Basically shove me back in here like we were gonna get caught.”
The corner of his lips tilts up. “To fuck with you.”
I narrow my eyes at him and growl. “That was mean! Asshole.”
He laughs, showing off his perfect white teeth. “I’m getting revenge for all those years you tortured me with these delicious tits and long, tan legs you always showed off but never let me touch. And now that I know what they feel like against my skin and tongue, don’t expect me to be able to keep my hands off.”
I can’t even be mad at his little stunt because hearing those words from him—a guy who annoyed me for years but managed to turn what I thought about him around—changes everything. I love that no one knows about us, and we can be completely honest with one another without any outside noise.
“Not sure I can get used to this charming side of yours…” I lift a brow. “But I kinda adore it.”
He presses a hand to his chest. “Because I’m fuckin’ adorable.”
I shake my head. “You’re too much sometimes.”
“And I’m all yours, baby.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DIESEL
It’s been two days since Rowan came to my house and we almost got caught by her brother and dad. Luckily, they didn’t ask to come in, and they only talked to me for a few minutes outside, but it was another reminder of how careful we have to be.
Grabbing Rowan’s arm before she walks past me, I guide her into one of the tack rooms in the horse barn and bring her against my chest.
“Jesus!” she whisper-hisses. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.” She playfully swats at my chest. “Why can’t we sneak around without you scaring the shit outta me every damn time?”
I cup her face and lower my mouth, brushing my lips against hers. “I like getting your blood pumping.” Waggling my brows, I slide my other hand down her back and squeeze her ass. “Now let me do dirty things to you.”
Rowan’s eyes widen, pulling away. “What if someone walks in?” she asks as I slowly move her backward until the saddle stand stops her.
“They’re free to watch me pleasure you.” I flash her a cocky smile as I grip her hips. “Everyone went to the diner for lunch today,” I tell her. “We have an hour, at least.”
She perks an eyebrow. “And you didn’t go with them? Aren’t you hungry?” The way she so sweetly asks gets my dick hard.
“Oh, sweet Rowan.” My gaze rolls down her tempting body. “Starving.”
My fingers reach for the top of her jean shorts, and she watches as I slowly unbutton them, then lower the zipper.
“What are you doin’?” she asks with a grin.
“I told you…I’m hungry.” I throw her a wink, then drop to my knees. “And you’re just what I’m craving.”
As I slide her shorts down, my cock throbs at the sight. I look up as Rowan snags her bottom lip between her teeth while keeping her hands steadily planted on the saddle behind her.