Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“Never!” I said jokingly. “But seriously, I do love how you sound. How you both sound . . . it’s beautiful.”
“Yeah?” He leaned in closer, his arm now able to hold more of his weight than a few hours before. I shifted, heat traveling faster up my legs and onward to my stomach the closer he came. I quickly fucking sobered up.
“Yeah.”
I held my breath as Cowboy crawled toward me only to snag the bottle from beside me. I blew out a shuddering exhale. Cowboy’s muscled arms flexed as he lifted the bottle to his full lips. When he pulled the bottle away, his tongue darted out and licked a drop of bourbon that was falling.
“Tell me,” I heard myself saying. Cowboy looked at me. Swallowing, I ignored the heat in my cheeks and said, “How does it work?” Cowboy looked puzzled. I shifted in my seat. “With you and Hush . . . and the women. How do you . . . do it?” I felt my face blaze, but I held my ground. I wanted to know. Since the day he told me of the way they had sex, I could barely think of anything else.
Cowboy’s pupils dilated. The question hung in the air between us. He took another sip of bourbon, and then turned his body toward me. His fingers landed on my foot, stroking the skin. “You wanna know, cher?” he asked, his voice husky from the bourbon.
“Yes,” I whispered back, my thighs clenching together as his light touch on my skin sent shivers up my spine.
“First, we take her back to a room,” he said. My chest flushed, and I knew it wasn’t from the fire. His rich accent gave life to the everyday words. Cowboy traced his finger over the bottom of my jeans and up my shin. “One of us leads her toward the bed.” He circled his finger around my calf. “The other trails behind.” My gaze was fixed on his mouth as I imagined the scene in my head. “Slowly, we strip her of her clothes. One item at a time, our mouths beginning to kiss every inch of the newly bared flesh.” I shifted where I sat as his finger reached my knee. Cowboy licked his lips. “Her tits are freed, and we each take a nipple in our mouths, making her moan.” My eyes widened. “We devour her body, until one of us moves between her legs.” He shrugged. “Then . . .” His hand crept higher still until it was on my thigh. I squeezed my legs together and fought the moan that was threatening to spill from my mouth at the image. Because I didn’t see some random club slut in my head.
I saw me.
I saw Cowboy.
I saw Hush.
I swallowed, trying to wet my dry throat. “Then what?”
Cowboy’s mouth moved to my ear. “The rest, cher, I’ll keep to myself.”
I exhaled a frustrated breath and playfully slapped him on the arm. “You’re no fun!” Cowboy threw me another fucking wink. When I had completely calmed down, I asked, “So? How many have you been with?”
Cowboy tore his eyes away from watching his finger trace patterns on my thigh. “Haven’t kept track.”
I didn’t know why, but my stomach sank at that. I didn’t know if he sensed my disappointment, but he placed his finger under my chin and guided my head up. He stayed still until I lifted my eyes and met his. “But not one of those sluts mattered to us.” I blinked, then tried to stop my heart from bursting apart as he added, “I’ve been looking for one who does for a real fucking long time.”
“Y-you have?” I whispered, feeling dizzy. The alcohol was clearly fucking with my head again. Cowboy lifted onto his hands and crawled forward until he was half above me on the couch.
“Oui.”
“And Hush?”
Cowboy’s eyes narrowed in thought. “I’m gonna tell you something about Hush, cher. The brother don’t think much of himself.” I felt an immediate ache of sadness, Hush’s handsome face appearing in my mind. Cowboy looked back toward the dying fire. “He feels he should be alone. Only ever relies on me. That’s because I was there when . . .” Cowboy’s words trailed off to nothing. “He’s lonely, cher. We’re both lonely.”
“Cowboy,” I murmured, all humor forgotten, and laid my hand on his cheek. He turned into my palm.
“Valan . . . Hush . . . has more fucking layers than I can explain to you. Shit from his past often fucks with his head. Makes him think he’s worth nothing. That people shouldn’t want to be around him.” He laughed, but the sound was fucking free of any humor. “That he shouldn’t be loved. That we’d be better off as just us. The way it’s been for years. Because then he can keep what bothers him locked away, without ever having to open up his fucking caged heart again.”