Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
When Connor came to stand by the kitchen counter, he positioned himself close to me. Too close. And suddenly, I worried that everyone could smell the sex on me.
But this was Connor and he wasn’t acting any differently than he had any other morning.
He took an apple and bit into it. “Hey, Emmy.” Ah, here it came. He chewed slowly. “Wanna fuck?”
My cheeks flushed.
Crap. I thought I was over blushing.
I shook my head, averting my gaze, then licked my lips. “No thanks.” My voice was hoarse.
Connor’s fingers glanced my hip. “Are you sure?”
Not able to look at him, I gazed at my feet and nodded fervently.
“Nah,” he drawled, and I heard amusement in his tone. “I think you’re lying.”
“I’m not.” My hardened nipples called me out on that and I, rather suddenly, folded my arms across my chest to hide them.
Of course, Connor didn’t miss this, and Lee called out to him, “Yo, Clash. Where did you end up last night?”
What he said made my heart thump in my chest. “I finally made it with Emmy.” Connor’s eyes held me hostage. “I rode her hard.” His lips twitched. “She came twice.” He grinned at me then. “It was lit.”
And I just about swallowed my tongue.
Also, where had all the air gone?
My eyes asked, Are you crazy?
His wink said, Relax, baby, and I hated that I heard his voice in my head.
Lee responded a clearly disbelieving “Sounds good,” and I forced myself to relax.
No one knew. It was fine. I just needed to act as I did every other day, like I hadn’t slept with Connor only hours ago and I wasn’t about to swoon dead away.
That’s all.
Easy.
We were in Reno for Left Turn’s first and only show. Tomorrow, we’d be moving on to Las Vegas, which meant an early night. We had to be on the bus by 6:00 a.m., so we could get there around one in the afternoon. It was not a night to stay up late.
But when Connor arrived at my door shortly after midnight and I opened it with “Do you want to come to bingo with me?” he looked momentarily stunned before tipping back his head and laughing out loud.
The moment he settled, he gave me a firm nod. “Yes. I would love to go to bingo with you, you random-ass woman,” he breathed out. “Fuck. I seriously worship you sometimes. Let’s go.”
And that was how we ended up at the Peppermill Casino, in a roomful of people, middle-aged to seniors, and by the second round, we knew everyone at our table by name. And they had no idea they were playing bingo with one of the biggest rock stars in the world.
“Jesus Christ,” Connor growled before leaning into me. “This guy’s got it out for me.”
“B73.”
I laughed softly. “He does not.”
“Yeah, he does.” Connor peered over at the little old woman beside him. “Either that or he wants to fuck Mabel.”
Mabel sniggered. “Been there, sweetheart.”
Connor’s eyes widened. “Mabel, you ho.”
“G12.”
A little Asian woman across the table kissed her sheet. “I’m one away, chumps.”
“Oh.” Connor clicked his tongue. “Shut up, Sue!” Then a second later, he sighed, “I’m sorry, Sue. You know I love ya. This game got me crazy.”
The middle-aged African American woman named Kiara chuckled. “This game got us all kinds of fucked up, honey. Why you think we all here at 3:00 a.m.?”
“No shit, Kiara.” He looked down at his sheet miserably. “Here.” He held out his marker to her. “Kiss it for luck.”
When she did, I laughed to myself.
The reason I wanted to go to bingo was because I missed Nanna. We used to go every Thursday at the local community hall up until the time she started to lose her memory. It was one of my most favorite things to do with her. And Connor was making a wonderful stand in, distracting me from the fact that I’d be home in a week.
“B34.”
Connor hissed out, “Yes!” He pressed the marker to his sheet before peering over at Kiara, biting the tip of his tongue. “I’m gonna call you Lucky Lips Kiara from now on. If I win, you get a kiss.” He stood and announced to the table. “If I win, you all get kisses!”
Mabel looked down her nose at her sheet. “Sit down, fool. I can’t hear.”
“Oh, sorry. Did you miss that?” As he sat, he leaned into her, and uttered, “He said Mabel’s a ho.”
The entire table chuckled, even the little woman he was ribbing . But he put his arm around her and squeezed. “I wish you were my grandma, Mabel. I’d take you out every weekend for a nice steak dinner.”
He was ridiculous.
And I was a fool if I thought I would be able to exit this arrangement unscathed.
“I10.”
Connor gasped, “No way.” He marked off another number.