Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
It’s the kind of kiss I prayed for with Daniel.
Adan pulls back and his eyes fixate on mine. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful. Don’t let a man’s cock decide that for you.”
My lips part slightly.
Adan turns and walks to the door, looking back at me. “Oh, and don’t go thinkin’ that you’ve won, either. My dick still isn’t comin’ to the party, but it’s purely determination now. Got nothin’ to do with how beautiful you are. I’m just winning this bet.”
I grin.
He grins.
Then he leaves.
Well then.
My night just took quite the turn.
5
“What’s up with you?”
I look to Adan as I flop down beside him on the couch later that night, well, it must be early morning. Maybe two.
“Can’t sleep,” I answer. “What’s up with you?”
“Same.”
“Are you in pain?”
“Nah.”
We both fall silent as I grip my mug of tea.
“You want tea?” I ask.
“Fuck no. I’d rather lick the floor.”
I laugh. “Jesus, it’s not that bad.”
“I’m sure it’s not, but I’m a man. I don’t drink fuckin’ tea.”
“Okay, would you like a beer?”
He grunts. “It’s two am.”
“You’re right, it is. Want to talk about why you can’t sleep?”
“No.”
“Want to talk about anything?”
“No.”
I laugh, and I see his lips twitch with a grin. I cross my legs and sip my tea, praying it helps me sleep because we have a big day of appointments and club business tomorrow that I have to take Adan to. I need my rest.
“What do you see in the doc?” Adan asks, out of the blue.
“Daniel?”
He nods.
“I don’t know, I guess I thought maybe if I try to date a nice man ...”
“Won’t work if he doesn’t do anything for you.”
“He’s good looking, and smart, and ...”
“And he can’t make your pussy wet. He doesn’t make your heart race.”
“He also doesn’t make me cry,” I say. “He doesn’t hurt me and make me feel like I’m nothing.”
“Who did that to you?”
I clamp my mouth closed.
I’ve never told anybody my story, not even Eve. I’m not about to tell Adan.
“You got a shady past?” Adan questions.
“Don’t we all?”
“No. What’s yours?”
“Straight to the point,” I murmur.
“I don’t beat around the bush.”
“You also don’t like me—I’m not about to spill my guts to you. It’s beside the point, anyway. There is nothing wrong with wanting to date a nice man. Not a single thing.”
“There is if you’re wastin’ his time.”
I look to him, scrunching my nose up. “What makes you think it would be a waste of his time?”
He exhales with a grunt. “You date, push yourself to marry him because you think he’s nice. You have kids, buy a house, do all the things together, but you’re bored, you’re so fuckin’ bored you can barely keep your head above water. You haven’t had an orgasm from a man for years, your husband doesn’t give you the passion you want, and so you find yourself in the bed of a man that makes your heart and soul come alive. Then, after a few months, you can’t take your miserable life anymore so you leave the man you married because he was fuckin’ ‘nice’ and you end up wastin’ his time. The end.”
“Wow,” I laugh softly. “That was quite the description.”
Also accurate as hell.
“It was the truth,” he mutters, leaning back into the sofa, stretching his arms up and yawning.
My knees go a little weak. He’s gorgeous, and it takes everything, and I mean everything, not to climb onto his lap and beg him to fuck me, to kiss me, to put his mouth all over my body.
I sip my tea, not focusing on him for a second longer.
“Well, it doesn’t mean I can’t give Daniel another chance. He deserves that, at least to make him feel better.”
“He won’t feel better, not until he plunges his cock into you and he can prove to himself he can make it hard. He’s not the man for you.”
I laugh again. “You’re so descriptive. I am going to give him another chance, and if that’s how it ends, then so be it.”
Adan snorts. “Have at it. Good luck to you.”
“Anyone would think you’re jealous.”
He stands up and turns so he’s facing me, then he reaches down, putting his finger under my chin and tipping my head back so I am looking up at him. “Nothin’ to be jealous about, sweetheart.”
Then he walks away.
Argh.
He’s driving me crazy.
And he damn well knows it.
Maybe it’s my turn to drive him a little crazy in return.
“YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT Adan likes?” Beckett asks me, leaning back against the hood of one of the cars they’re fixing, smoke in his hand, looking fine as hell.
“Yes, I want to know what gets his juices flowing.”
“Women.”
I roll my eyes. “No, I mean ... has he got a preference? There has to be something, everyone has something. Does he have a soft spot for teachers or doctors? Does he like blondes or brunettes? Is he an ass man, or is he a tit man? Come on, you have all been together for so long, you have to know something.”