Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Brenna giggled. “That’s okay. I love the way you feel on top of me.” She wound her arms around his neck to prove it, keeping him plastered against her.
“Me too, beautiful, but if I smother the life outta you, we won’t get to do that again.”
“Hmm.” She closed her eyes and floated on a post-orgasm afterglow. “You have a point.”
With a grunt, Lock rolled them so they were on their sides with her wedged between him and the back of the couch.
His cock was still partly inside her, though soft now. She was so happy and comfortable that the wetness leaking between her legs didn’t even bother her. All she wanted was to drift back to sleep and wake sometime later in this exact position.
A sharp cry from the hallway shot that fantasy out of the water. Brenna groaned.
“Hey, at least he didn’t do that five minutes ago,” Lock said with a chuckle.
“Good point.”
He untangled himself from her arms, laughing at her pout. “Damn, you’re cute. Stop looking at me like that. You go clean up. I’ll get the crib monster, then take you both to breakfast.”
She perked up. “Breakfast? That’s a great idea.”
He kissed her quickly. “Good.” He kissed a path to her ear. “Then, in a few hours, when Caleb takes a nap, I’ll take you to my bed and fuck you until you can’t move for the rest of the day.”
Liquid heat pooled in her lower belly. “Yes, please.”
“Good. It’s a date.” He kissed her a final time, then hopped off the couch to fetch his son.
A date? Were they dating now? Or was that merely a turn of phrase?
Brenna forced herself to stomp her questions into the ground. She’d take it as it came and enjoy every second of Lock, her fuck buddy, both clothed and naked.
My fuck buddy. Nothing more.
Ouch.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LOCK KNOCKED TWICE before the door opened, and a smiling Brooke greeted him. Well, she greeted his son. Lock had practically become invisible since he started traveling with an adorable tiny human.
“There’s my favorite baby boy,” Brooke gushed as she beamed a radiant smile at Caleb. “I’ve missed you.”
His son squealed in delight and clapped his hands.
“Look what you can do.” Brooke clapped back, which made Caleb kick his arms and legs in sync. It was his signature move when excited. “Aren’t you such a smart boy?” She reached her arms out, and as had become custom, Caleb launched himself toward her, striking Lock in the gut in the process.
“Oof.” He rubbed his side. “A little warning next time, buddy. Those little feet are dangerous.”
Caleb shot him a gummy grin, and all was forgiven.
“Come in, come in.” Brooke settled Caleb on her hip and then waved Lock into her house. “Thank you for bringing him over. I was going through withdrawals.”
Shit. Guilt hit hard. Brooke had spent sixty days straight caring for his son while he’d been in a too-fucked-up state to do it himself. Of course, she missed the little guy. If he wasn’t such a selfish asshole, Lock would have thought of it on his own and brought Caleb by sooner.
“Don’t give me that look,” Brooke said, warning in her tone.
He flinched. “What look?”
“That guilty, I’m-screwing-up look. I won’t have it. I didn’t say that to make you feel bad. You don’t have anything to feel bad about. I’m just excited to hang with my favorite human. Okay?”
Yikes. Brooke could be fierce as fuck when she wanted. It made sense, considering she’d chosen an MC president as her partner. “How does Curly get away with anything around you?”
“He doesn’t.” She beamed and bounced Caleb on her hip. “No, he doesn’t,” she added in a sing-song voice. “But I’d let you get away with anything you wanted because you are too cute to say no to, aren’t you?”
Caleb squealed with laughter.
“Is there anything better than the sound of baby giggles?” She blew a raspberry into Caleb’s neck, setting him off again.
If there was, Lock had yet to hear it.
“Come on in the kitchen. I made some fresh lemonade and sandwiches.”
He frowned but followed. “You didn’t have to do that. I hope you didn’t go to any trouble.”
She waved away his concern as she walked toward the kitchen with Caleb. “It was less than no trouble.”
His next client wasn’t for another two hours, so he strolled behind Brooke. He entered the kitchen expecting an empty room, only to draw up short at the shocking sight before him. Cold fear slithered down his spine. Five pairs of curious, no downright nosey, eyes stared at him from around Brooke’s center kitchen island.
“What is this?” he asked as he stepped back from the female firing squad.
“Told you this was sus,” Jo muttered as Liv’s grin went from welcoming to calculating.
“Whatever do you mean?” Liv asked in a tone dripping with honey.