Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Are you guys playing poker?” he asked, looking at all of us, but focusing mostly on me. I could tell from the heat I felt there that my face was flushed from the alcohol and laughter. The way his eyes softened said he knew exactly how wasted I was right then.
“No,” Layna grumbled, stabbing a card into the fan of them in her hand. “They’re making me play rummy. Rummy,” she added.
“She’s sore about it because she’s losing,” Gracie said, beaming because she was currently our reigning champion, having won every single hand so far.
“I’ll bet,” Finn said, making his way toward me.
I could see the cracks on his knuckles from several feet away. I knew how those got there. I knew, too, that my attacker was likely no longer of the living.
Perhaps I should have been upset about that.
I couldn’t find a single fuck to give, though.
“Hey,” he said, gently grabbing the back of my neck, then leaning down to press a kiss to my lips.
“Aww!” Gracie and Layna cooed even as Ferryn grumbled, “Gross.”
“Okay. I’m calling Sully,” Layna declared.
“Sully is working,” Finn said as he stood next to me, rubbing the back of my neck.
It was a sweet, absentminded touch. But, well, I was kind of drunk. And it was creating all kinds of reactions in my body. Ones we couldn’t act on with a house full of his family members.
“Ah… Nave?” Layna asked, squinting at her phone screen.
“Try Sutton,” he said.
“Oh, the sexy rancher guy,” Layna cooed. “I’m going to be so sad when he leaves,” she added.
“He showed me pictures of his horses,” Gracie said. “And these chickens he has. They have hair like this,” she said, fanning both hands up at the top of her head.
“And by hair you mean feathers,” Hope said, patting her leg.
“Right. Yeah. Feathers. What were they called? It was a country… Croatia?”
“You think Sutton has Croatian chickens?” Danny asked, dubious.
“They’re Polish,” Layna said. “Hey!” she called into her phone. “How’s my favorite cowboy biker?” she asked, voice way too loud. “Yes, we’ve been drinking a little bit. Okay. A little bit more than that,” she admitted. “We need a ride. Who is we? Me, Vi, Hope, Gracie, Danny, and Ferryn. Yep. Uh-huh. At Finn’s. Okey dokey.”
“He on his way?” Finn asked.
“He’s running over,” she said. “Do you think he’ll be shirtless?” she asked, wiggling her brows.
“Why is he running over?” Finn asked.
“He said then he can take one of our cars to drive us all home in, then run back to the clubhouse.”
“Only Sutton would make a workout out of an errand,” Finn said. “You guys need to gather up any of your shit?” he asked, but was already moving around to gather purses, keys, and shoes.
I couldn’t tell if he just wanted to get me alone, or if he’d had a long night, and just wanted some rest.
Within half an hour, Sutton had shown up—to Layna’s disappointment, fully clothed—and masterfully wrangled the drunk women into Danny’s car since it was the biggest, and they were off.
“Shouldn’t we wait?” I asked when he went to lock the front door.
“For what?” he asked.
“For Sutton? Maybe you should give him a ride back to the clubhouse.”
“He’ll be fine,” Finn insisted, grabbing the Chinese food cartons off the table, and sticking them in the fridge before locking the back door and flicking off the lights. “No, leave it,” he said, voice soft as he came back to find me trying to gather all the shot glasses.
I didn’t need much convincing.
“Come on. Let’s go to bed,” he said, reaching for me, and pulling me against his side, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.
“Are you trying to take advantage of me and my drunken state?” I asked when we got to the bedroom, and he immediately reached for the fly of my shorts.
“Fuck yeah, I am,” he said, his smile sweet and boyish.
It wasn’t long before that turned into something a lot more heated, though.
With a few quick moves, my clothes were in a pile on the floor. With a few more, his had joined mine.
When he reached for me, though, his hands were gentle, pulling me close until my soft lines melded to his firmer ones.
His cheek pressed down on top of my head as our arms went around each other.
“You okay?” I asked, running my hands up and down his back.
“Just glad to be home with you,” he said as his own hands drifted down my back to sink into my ass, then yanking me up by it.
My legs went around him, and he walked us to the bed where he turned to sit off the edge of it with me straddling him.
His lips found mine. Soft at first, then harder as our desire grew.
The ache between my legs was bordering on painful as I lifted up and reached between us to stroke his cock a few times.