Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 107498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
And I soak up every ounce of her.
I let Kay go back first.
I even have the courtesy to wash my hands.
Okay, that's bullshit. It's not courtesy. It's more that I need an ocean of cold water to convince my cock to settle down.
Those groans, the need filling her eyes, the way her wrists flexed against my hand—she's burnt into my brain.
When I get back to the suite, Kaylee is already sitting next to Emma. Her knees are glued together. Her cheeks are flushed. Half I might accidentally flash the room. Half I can't believe I did that.
Her eyes catch mine.
Her lips curl into a smile.
That blush spreads all the way to her cheeks.
This is our secret.
Or—
Dean looks to me and cocks a brow.
I say nothing as I take my seat next to him.
"You did," he whispers.
I shrug. "Mind your own business."
Walker chuckles. "About time, Kane."
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Brendon
The next morning, I drop Kaylee off at school.
I think about her every break in my day.
By my last appointment, I'm chomping at the bit.
"What was it like?" Dean moves into my suite. Leans against the wall. "As good as you imagined?"
"Fuck off. I'm working." I try to add irritation to my voice, but it won't happen. I love that Dean is desperate for details. There's so much I want to say about her. I'm bursting at the seams.
Too bad this client is a mutual friend. And an old friend. One of our oldest and most loyal clients.
Joel lives and dies for this kind of conversation.
I can't use him as an excuse.
Shit, I better—
"Don't hold back for me. I want to hear," Joel says. His voice has that effortless breeziness. Like Walker's, but brighter. Richer. More famous. "Sounds dirty."
"Very." Dean chuckles. "Sex in an alley. That's a hell of a way to lose it."
"Why do you ruin everything beautiful?" Damn, I'm smiling. I can't help it. Life is too fucking good right now. And I'm about to see Kay. One more line and this thing is done.
"You can't know light without darkness," Dean says.
Joel's wavy hair whips his cheeks as he shakes his head. He looks every bit the effortless playboy rock star. He even has the let's not talk about my band shrug down pat.
I didn't know shit about Dangerous Noise until Emma decided it was her favorite band. She's had a few choice posters up on her bedroom walls. Men on beds, stripping out of their clothes, shooting come hither looks.
Joel looks to me. "You buy this shit?"
"Does anyone?" There. I set the gun down. Examine the work.
He turns to the ink. "Fuck, no wonder I keep coming back here. You do good shit."
"And you live four blocks away," I offer.
"Take more credit." His green eyes light up as he laughs. They're lighter than Kaylee's. Greyer.
Hers are more blue.
But it still sends all my thoughts racing back to her—
The way she groaned my name.
Those blue nails sinking into my skin.
The need filling her eyes.
Fuck, I need to get ahold of myself or I'm not going to survive this conversation.
"If it was me, the bragging would never end." He smiles that effortless, casual smile. "This alley girl the one you've been pining over?"
"I don't pine," I say.
Dean scoffs.
Joel too.
"Yeah. He's been pussy free for months now. More even." Dean shakes his head. "I don't know how you do it. One woman. Forever."
"She's the right woman." He holds up his left hand like his wedding ring is an Olympic medal. "You'd get it if any woman could tolerate you for more than—"
"Three minutes," I offer.
"That's cruel. Three minutes?" Joel looks to Dean. "Tell me you do better than that."
Dean laughs. "You make a woman come, she forgets how obnoxious you are."
"Not sure about that." Joel shakes his head. "Not in your case." He turns back to me. "She's the one who was hanging at the counter last time? Blond hair. Librarian look. Fuck, I love the librarian look."
"Watch it. He'll punch you," Dean says
"On my wife." Joel lets out a dreamy sigh.
"Yeah, 'cause a married man has never looked elsewhere," Dean says.
"I'll hit you." Joel curls his hands into fists, but his smile is too wide for him to sell it. "Not as hard as I'd like to, but I will hit you. We're recording shit tomorrow."
"How many times you mention that to Brendon?" Dean asks.
"I didn't know we could be talking about deflowering virgins in alleys." Joel turns to me. "You offering details? As disgusting as possible, preferably."
"If I'm not offering this asshole details, you think you have a good chance?" I ask.
He nods. "I'm only half as obnoxious."
I'm not sure about that.
I've never been one to brag, but fuck, the chance to replay Kaylee under my command... "She was mine."
Joel nods. "Go on."
"That's it," I say.
"Fuck. Maybe Dean is right. Maybe you aren't any fun," Joel teases.