Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Lead the way, baby girl.” I lick my lips again. Each movement she makes has my cock hardening further.
“Yeah, and we’re going to talk, too. I’m not sure what to think, but it’s doing my head in. Fine, don’t say anything. Stand there and look handsome, why don’t you.” She stomps her way into a small office she keeps in the bakery, and I follow her every step of the way. I’m almost positive her last sentence wasn’t meant for me, and isn’t that rotten luck of hers? There’s no fucking way I’ll forget what she said. Not now, not fucking ever.
SIX
MAEVE
I’m confused, very freaking confused. The man who has avoided me at all costs is suddenly in my circle. There is no three feet circumference whatsoever since the moment he walked into Whiskey Away. The whole walk to my office, JW’s presence was more than known, his hand on my lower back, his earthy scent surrounding us, yet he remained quiet. I did too, mainly because I’m so wrapped up in my own head, I can’t make sense of what’s heads and what’s tails.
“Show me, Maeve.” I’m standing still, almost like when you’re playing a game of freeze-tag and waiting to be unfrozen. My feet aren’t moving and I’m second-guessing telling JW anything. I mean, this person is wreaking havoc on my business, my sister is getting nowhere, and now another worry is added to the ever-evolving equation. I’ve clearly done something to piss someone off. The last thing I want is for JW to help me, because this fuck nugget could very well turn the tables on the Johnsons.
“This isn’t a good idea. I’ll weather the storm or rent out the store front until all of this blows over.” His family is entrenched in our community, his parents, his brothers, his brothers' wives. They’re all successful in their own right. Birdie with her web design and digital marketing business. Tully being the town veterinarian with her own office now. And Juniper, who’s a class act in the medical field as a nurse. She’s the one I’m probably the closest to out of all the sisters. Maybe it’s because she and Lawson were like oil and water there for a while.
“Baby girl, sit your pretty ass down, show me what’s going on, and I’ll tell you what I can and can’t handle.” The rasp of his voice slides along the shell of my ear. His words do things to my body, like making my legs clench together, nipples pebbling. They make me want to do something I’ve never done before, like strip down to nothing but bare skin, drop to my knees, and do anything he tells me to.
“JW.” My voice is that of a stranger. A sultry tinge with an almost breathless quality.
“Fuck me, Maeve.” His hand slides from its resting place on my lower back to wrap around my front and pull me closer. JW’s front is smashed to my backside, allowing me to feel everything. And I do mean every single thing. His firm chest, strong arms, and well, his cock is another story entirely. The way we’re positioned, the light linen shorts I’m wearing and his jeans are no barrier for the way we’re connected. Not so much as a sheet of paper could fit between our bodies. He bends his knees until his hard length is nestled between the cheeks of my ass. My body trembles, my knees start to go weak, and it's only JW holding me up that keeps me vertical. I’m tempted to beg him to do exactly as he stated. There’s only one problem with that: I’m a virgin. While having him like this, if I admit my truth to him, who knows how he’ll respond?
“Chair. Now. Before we do something you’re not ready for.” His legs move to the outside of mine, and we continue our path. We’re only maybe ten feet away, yet he’s keeping his hold on me the entire time. His hand doesn’t leave my middle even as he pulls my chair out. It’s not until he’s guiding me into my seat that he lets go. “Pull up what you can and send me the links to what your sister found.”
JW wiggles my mouse for me. Clearly, I’m not moving fast enough. Color me stumped. If roles were reversed, he would be too. This is a whole different version of the man I’m used to. He’s not holding back. There are no more sly glances I’d receive when he didn’t know I was looking. And now he’s touching me whereas before he’d keep his distance. Even when he came to Whisked Away to replenish his cinnamon roll habit, JW always remained his stoic self. Except I saw him. I always see him, no matter the time or place. He’s all I see.