Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 99748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Wren looks at me, and what the rest of the bar thinks or says doesn’t matter. My world’s this woman, and how much she means to me.
“You okay?” I ask her, pushing her hair behind her ear so I can see her eyes better. That’s my primary concern. Wren. My world.
She nods slowly, her eyes filling with fire. “Fucker was shocked that I pulled that off at court today. Literally asked if Ben helped me, and when I said it was all me, he had the audacity to look impressed. ‘You?’” She throws her voice, not deep, but high and whiny, which makes me chuckle. “He tried to tell me that we’d make a good team and he’d be willing to put in a good word for me back at his firm, but I’d have to pay my dues. Like I didn’t know what that meant. Entitled prick.”
Her rant has us all fighting back grins.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I tell her. It’s probably not the right thing to say. I should be sweet and romantic, or take gentle care of her after such an upsetting event. But that’s not what I see. She’s not some delicate bird who needs protecting, or at least she’s not right now. Wren’s strong, puts up with no shit, and literally holds no punches. And it’s sexy as hell. Later, if the high wears off and she needs someone to take care of her, I’ll do that too.
But right now, she’s fierce and proclaimed to the whole town that I’m her type. Her man.
“Let’s get out of here,” I suggest quietly into her ear so only she hears me. While I’m at the side of her neck, I breathe her in. Her sweet essence is there, which only makes her badassery that much more exciting.
Her gaze drops to my lips, but she wiggles her finger to ask me to come closer. In my ear, she purrs, “I need you to get him off me. Claim me as yours again because that’s what I am.”
Holeeee fuck. I grab her noninjured hand, and wave to the guys and Avery. “Gotta go.”
They laugh, and so does Wren until I’m dragging her out of Puss N Boots.
Behind me, I hear someone say, “Official time: five minutes, fourteen seconds. Pay up.”
Apparently, everyone was betting on how long it’d be until I hauled Wren out of here to fuck her senseless. I’m not offended in the slightest. Rather, I’m impressed I made it five whole minutes.
Chapter 28
WREN
Jesse rushes me to his truck, buckles me in, and runs around to get in the driver’s seat. I watch with a laugh trying to bubble up at the urgency in his every movement. But when he pulls out of the lot, spinning gravel under the tires, and grabs onto my thigh, the humor evaporates, replaced with heat.
“Your place or mine?” he demands.
“Yours. It’s closer,” I respond. But I’m not waiting that long. I reach over the console to run my hand up his jeans-covered thigh until I reach his cock, which is quickly thickening. I cup him through the denim, feeling powerful when he shifts in his seat to spread his thighs for more of my touch.
The truck roars as he speeds up, and by the time he’s pulling into his drive, we’re nearly on two wheels. I guess it’s a good thing Officer Milson’s back at Puss N Boots, along with the entirety of the town. He runs around to get me, but I hop down on my own.
“Get inside unless you want me to fuck you on the front lawn,” he growls sexily. I squeal and make a run for the front door.
Mrs. Capshaw’s door opens. “What’s with all the racket out here?”
“Sorry!” I yell to her. Then I hiss at Jesse, “Just gonna go have sex! Hurry up!”
The door opens and we virtually fall inside. Jesse slams the door behind us, not giving Mrs. Capshaw a chance to bitch more.
I start yanking at Jesse’s shirt, needing his skin. But it’s too slow for us both, and when he shoves my hands away to rip his shirt over his head, I do the same with my own. I get the buttons undone in record time and then reach behind my back to undo my bra. My breasts fall free, and Jesse cups them instantly.
His thumbs brush over my sensitive nipples, which pearl beneath his touch. Heat zings through me straight to my clit, and I moan at the delicious heat building there.
“Yeah, do that again,” Jesse orders, wanting my sounds of pleasure. He pinches the hard nubs sharply, and I cry out at the pleasant pain. I float as Jesse picks me up in his powerful arms, swept away in the feeling. A second later, I’m flying through the air to land on his bed. I writhe against the scratchy sheets, enjoying the sensation.