Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
He wasn’t pissed at me. The frustration, irritation, or whatever it was had nothing to do with me. It was, in fact, focused on the other man in our midst. That was good because I’d gotten a glimpse of gentleness in Mac, and God…how easy would it be to get used to seeing that every day?
“Maclain?” I breathed out.
His heated gaze met mine. “Come here.”
Without thinking, I dropped my hands from the pretty man pressed up against me and would have taken a step toward Mac, but Robin stopped me by clutching at my shirt.
“Wait.”
I could not take my eyes off Mac. I’d never seen him look so warm and inviting and with a trace of danger all at the same time. A current of need ran through me, and I had to keep myself still and not go to him.
“I’m so embarrassed,” Robin whispered.
It took a concerted effort to drag my eyes off Mac’s delectable form to meet Robin’s gaze.
“I thought he wanted to play,” he said, leering at me.
“What’d you do, go in there and try an’ attack him?” I teased, even though my throat tightened and my mouth went dry.
His big blue eyes widened almost comically. “I—no, not exac—”
“Don’t lie to him,” Mac groused. “We both know what you wanted when you stumbled into my tent.”
“I didn’t stumble,” he gasped, sounding deeply affronted. “And don’t act like this is some big surprise. You’ve fucked me more than—”
“Not anymore,” Mac made clear, his eyes flicking to me and then back to Robin. “And not in ages. We both know the score.”
Robin’s gaze was locked on my face. “He’s a liar,” he assured me. “We’ve been together for a while now.”
“Never together,” Mac apprised me. “Robin ain’t a one-man kinda guy.”
But he was still a notch in Mac’s bedpost.
“And tell him how long it’s been since you’ve been in my bed,” Mac ordered, his voice icy.
“What?” Robin asked, and I took that moment to take a step back.
I’d walked into a lovers’…what? Discussion? I needed to get out of there so they could talk. I was a giant third wheel. “I should leave you two alone so—”
“No.” Mac strode to me and took hold of my bicep so I couldn’t leave. “There’s no reason for you to go.” He pinned Robin with his stare. “Tell him.”
Robin was squinting at Mac. “What? Why?”
“Because I said so.”
“Screw you, Mac Gentry,” Robin snapped, and I saw him wobble just a bit, unsteady on his feet. “I don’t owe you a goddamn—”
“Robin here,” Mac began, talking over the inebriated Robin as he eased me sideways, closer to him, back toward the flap of his tent, “coordinates vacation packages for the resort.”
“At King’s Crossing?”
“Yeah,” Mac said. “We met when he came out to the ranch with Mitch Powell before anything was even built out there.”
My eyes met his.
“So it’s been quite a bit since we’ve shacked up.”
He needed me to know that, and I appreciated it, but it was strange at the same time because why did he care?
“I just want you to know I ain’t been sleepin’ around with no one.”
“Okay,” I murmured and looked between the two of them. “Well, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said quietly. “I just needed to talk to you right quick.”
Mac gestured toward his tent. “Come inside, then, and talk to me.”
“Yeah, but—”
“You’re not interrupting anything,” he assured me before glancing back at Robin. “Ain’t that right?”
“No,” Robin said with a shake of his head. “That’s not right at all. I told you I wanted to talk to you and—”
“And I told you,” he growled, “that we’re done.”
“You make no sense.”
“Go sleep it off, Robin.”
“Are you kidding?” Robin’s voice rose angrily. “How could you possibly want him instead of me? That’s insane.”
“No, it’s really not,” Mac said, shoving me into the tent.
When I rounded on him, he was zipping up the flap.
“Mac, I—”
“Take your coat off,” he ordered.
I unbuttoned and unzipped quickly, tossed aside my Carhartt jacket, and gave him my attention.
“I’m sorry,” he said gruffly, then closed the distance between us and took my face in his hands. Suddenly I could barely breathe. “Tell me what you wanted to say.”
Talking? Was he kidding?
The half grin I got from him flushed me with heat, and that was nuts because all he was doing was stroking over the curve of my jaw and staring into my eyes.
“Glenn?”
The rumbling purr in his voice, along with the smell of mint on his breath and the soap on his skin, sent a shiver through me that was impossible to hide. The warmth of his hands wasn’t helping matters either.
He sighed. “Waiting on you to figure shit out is exhausting.”
“What?”
“Lemme enlighten you,” he husked before he drew me to him, lowered his head, and kissed me.
I whimpered in the back of my throat and opened for him, parting my lips as his tongue found mine. Why or how, what was going on, none of that mattered at the moment. I had wanted to kiss Mac, to see what all that power and heat tasted like, and while I was confused, I didn’t care. I would take advantage this once.