Dateless (Collins Brothers #1) Read Online L.A. Casey

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Collins Brothers Series by L.A. Casey
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Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 122206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
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I slid my arms around her waist. “Ditto, country.”

Ina remained in my arms as I looked up and realised everyone’s eyes were on the pair of us. The majority of the room was smiling, except JJ and my da. They were both staring at me hard, and I could read into what the stares were telling me.

Back the fuck off, boy.

I gave Ina one last squeeze before she sat back, and my eyes turned to her when she winced. “Did I hurt ye?”

“Nah.” She shook her head. “It’s me bum.”

At the mention of her mouth-watering backside, I shifted and pleaded with my dick not to get hard. I was a grown man, but my cock apparently operated like it did when I was a teen, and the words “tits” and “arse” made it stand at attention, especially when said tits and arse belonged to Ina.

“What about it?”

“Damien shot me on the course today, remember? It hurts.”

Instantly, I was concerned. “Have ye put any antibacterial cream on it? Ye mentioned earlier that the paintballs broke your skin.”

She shook her head. “I don’t have anythin’ like that.”

I stood and pulled her along with me. She peered up at me with a questioning gaze.

“C’mon, I have a first-aid kit in me apartment with that kind of cream.”

When I excused us from the party, I avoided looking at JJ and my father. I didn’t realise until I was in the lift with Ina that I was holding her hand. My fingers were threaded through hers. It felt right, and because she didn’t mention it, I kept holding it until we were inside my apartment. I retrieved the kit from the press under the sink in my kitchen, placed it on the counter, and opened it. I turned and handed her the tube of antibacterial cream.

“Do I need to draw ye a map to find the bathroom?”

“Smart-arse.” She took the tube and chuckled. “I’ll manage.”

I leaned against the kitchen counter and watched as she walked out of the room. I glanced around and thanked God that the place was tidy. Whether at work, hitting the gym, the pub, or wherever else the wind took me, I rarely spent much time at home. Even less since Ina barrelled her way into my life. Whenever we hung out after work, we always just drifted into her apartment absentmindedly. All I needed to do was stay there overnight to say that I practically lived there. I wondered if Ina realised that.

A couple of minutes passed by when I heard the bathroom door open.

“Dante?”

I straightened. “Yeah, babe?”

“I … uh … I can’t see me cut. Your mirror isn’t long enough for me to show me where it is.”

I didn’t respond right away because I wasn’t sure what Ina wanted me to do until it clicked. “I can help ye, love. No problem.”

“Are ye sure?” she quizzed timidly. “I can always just get a dollop of the cream on my fingers and rub it over the whole area and call it a day.”

She could do that, and it’d likely be a fine remedy, or she could tug down her jeans and let me do it for her.

“It’s probably best for me to help ye, specs. That way, I can make sure the cut gets treated correctly. We don’t want ye gettin’ an infection, do we?”

“No, we don’t.”

I made my way into the bathroom and found a red-faced Ina staring up at me.

“Nice to meet ye, Rudolph.”

She playfully swatted my arm. “Don’t tease me. I’m so embarrassed.”

I took pity on her.

“Your bum won’t be the first I’ve seen, kid.”

She exhaled a deep breath and bobbed her head as she handed me the tube of cream. Without a word, she turned, and like a bolt of lightning, she shimmied her jeans down until they bunched around her mid-thigh. I hunkered down and instantly froze.

“You’re temptin’ me with these white cotton granny knickers, country.”

“Dante!” She choked. “There’ll be no talk of me knickers. None at all!”

I couldn’t even smile. I was too turned on to find anything about this situation remotely funny. The bottom line was that Ina had a fat arse, and the sight of it almost made me swallow my tongue. Apart from a small cut with a nasty bruise and welts surrounding it, her skin was alabaster white. She had a dozen or more stretch marks that I could see, some dark, some faded, and she had a healthy spread of cellulite. I knew these things made many women self-conscious about their bodies, and Ina was clearly no different, but the woman had no idea how much I wanted to lean in and sink my teeth into her oh-so-tasty-looking flesh.

Her arse was perfect.

“Okay.” I cleared my throat. “Ready?”

I didn’t wait for an answer. I reached out and gently rubbed the cream over the small cut, causing her body to jolt at the contact. I paused and looked up at the back of her head.



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