Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Fuck, I don’t like the jealousy that swirls in my gut.
Everyone yells his name, greeting him before he moves to hug them all. When he sits down beside me since it’s the only open seat, Flynn hands him a cup. He smiles a thanks before he takes a long sip, and I do the same. My glass is almost empty. I had no idea how much I’ve been sipping on it until I look down into the cup to find I don’t have much left. Quinn’s body is warm beside me, and just feeling him so close, the closest he’s been since I’ve been back, has my body breaking out in gooseflesh. I take a shaky breath and try to focus on whatever the hell Flynn is talking about, when I feel lips against my ear.
I don’t have to move or even guess who it is.
I know.
“Trying to get the attention of everyone in here with that short skirt?”
I fight back my grin as my eyes drift shut. His breath smells of margarita, and that makes me think all the dirty things my mind can muster. My heart clenches in my chest as my stomach does a double flip. Quinn made the mistake before of telling me that he is a sucker for my thighs and ass.
Which is why I’m wearing this skirt.
I turn my head, meeting his gaze, not because I want to, but rather, I need to. I take his jaw in my hand and lean in. I draw a deep breath, getting drunk off his scent, before I move my lips against his ear.
“Not everyone. Just you.”
Chapter
Thirteen
Quinn
I wasn’t going to come. I shouldn’t have come, but Flynn Anderson is always a good time. We’ve been hanging out a bit since Benson left. Flynn always has a quick smile and lots of booze. After the shitshow of Ava and knowing that when I got home, Emery would be there with those eyes I so desperately wanna fall face first into, I needed to let off some steam.
The steam I needed to blow off multiplies in mere seconds with one look at her. Emery sits with the sneakiest little grin on her face. Her hair is up in a tight topknot, her makeup dramatic, the smoky eye shadow making her gray eyes pop. Her lips are blood red, and I have the urge to sink my teeth into them and make her bleed.
But that isn’t what has me harder than a goal post in below-freezing temperatures. No. Emery wears the shortest of skirts, the curve of her ass and the thickness of her thighs on full display for the world to see. I don’t miss the way that Sawyer and Flynn ogle her. Each dimple on her thigh has me panting as I watch her cross those sexy legs and lean in, rolling her eyes at something Sawyer has said.
I can’t hear anything but the roar of my heartbeat in my ears.
This is why I’ve stayed away. Because her body, each dimple, each stretch of her skin, begs for me to lick and kiss it.
Fuck, just to taste her again.
My throat bobs as I continue to allow myself to take her in. Heat gathers in my spine with every laugh, smile, or little eye roll she gives. This is wrong. I shouldn’t be watching her. I shouldn’t be wanting her. Ava was right. Emery didn’t want me, and I can’t trust that her feelings are real. Though, I can’t ignore the way I yearn for her. My need is so real, it physically hurts me.
I have to stay strong.
I pull my gaze away and inhale deeply as I trace the scene with my eyes. The rooftop of Whiskey Row is for VIPs only. Flynn buys it out every once in a while, and I notice a lot of guys from the Nashville Assassins are here. But none of them see me; all eyes are homed in on Emery. The wildcat that everyone knows to stay away from.
If not because of her dad, then because of me.
Unable to have her sitting there looking all fucking sexy and not claimed, I head toward her just as Katarina asks to drive the Bugatti.
No way in fuck.
“No one drives my car.” Emery shakes her head, her cheeks filling with color. I’m not sure if it’s from the alcohol or her lie.
I lick my lips, and before Katarina can interject, I say, “But me.”
Emery’s eyes flash up to me, her pupils blowing out as they meet mine. Fuck, she looks good. My heart is hammering in my chest as I greet everyone, feeling her gaze on me. I take the drink from Flynn after he assaults me in a hug before I lower myself beside Emery. I don’t mean to crowd her space, but it’s as natural as breathing, and I don’t want guys looking at her. Her body is sending off all the right heat, and I know if I slid my hand along the inside of her thigh, she’d be soaked for me. I can see it in her eyes.