Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“You can’t say that. You don’t even know me,” I mutter. If he had said all of this to me the morning after being with him, I would have told him I loved him. God, until just this minute I didn’t realize how insane and twisted I truly am.
“I can and I’m going to prove it to you. I just need you to give me a chance.”
“I don’t think that would be smart for either one of us,” I argue, ignoring the way his words make my heart skip a freaking beat.
“Agree to have dinner with me and I’ll tell you the real reason I have the tattoo,” he bribes.
“Tell me and then I’ll decide,” I try to bargain.
“Nope. You want that detail, you’ll have to earn it, Harper.”
“You know, my name is Beau.”
“I know. I like calling you Harper. It’s the name I whispered into your ear when you came all over my cock.”
I bite my lip, to keep from moaning. He’s telling the truth. Apex and Sabre had been there that night. I was talking to Hunter when they called me Harper. Hunter picked up on it at once with a grin, telling me that he had my name now. I never corrected him, mostly because I liked the way he called me Harper.
I liked it a lot.
“Come to dinner tonight,” I invite before I can stop myself.
Instantly, his lips thin out. “Fuck, baby. You have no idea how much I want to.”
“Why do I sense a but here?”
“I have a night planned with my boy. I let my parents keep him one night a week—sometimes two. For the most part, I keep him, Harper. I never want him to think that he’s in my way or that I don’t want him. He gets enough of that from his mother.”
Something about that hits me and when it does, it hits me sweet. “Okay, Hunter. Then, you tell me when.”
“Friday he’s staying with Mom and Dad. Will you go out to dinner with me?”
“How about we have dinner at my house instead? I could fix—”
“I loved our bologna sandwiches, but baby, this will be the first time I am taking you out. I want to take you some place nice. I sure as hell don’t want you cooking for our date.”
“I like cooking,” I murmur.
“You can show me what you got another time.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Cowboy. One date at a time. I’ll agree to Friday. Depending on how good your answer is about the tattoo, we’ll see if there is a date two,” I laugh, praying I’m not making a mistake.
“Can I call you tonight?”
“Sure. Although, I’m not sure I’ll answer,” I respond with a grin.
“I’ll make it worth your while, baby,” he purrs.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
He reaches out a finger and twirls a piece of my hair around it and I try to deny that my knees go weak. I find that I can’t really deny it. It makes me want to run far, far away. I don’t do that. Instead, I look up at Hunter and wish tomorrow was Friday.
Damn it.
Chapter 8
BB
“Hello?”
I fight to withhold my groan as I hear Beau’s sleep-filled voice in my ear. My cock jerks and I close my eyes trying to fight the wave of hunger that flows through me. This doesn’t work because when I close my eyes, I remember her beautiful blonde hair falling all around as she sucked my cock into her mouth. That makes everything worse, because I also vividly remember how it felt to have my fingers curled into Beau’s hair, urging her to take my cock deeper. That of course makes me remember how it felt when I hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed around me ….
“If you’re not going to talk, I’m hanging up.”
“Harper,” I finally murmur, her name sounding hoarse as it falls from my lips.
“Hunter?”
“Hey, baby.”
“Do you know what time it is?” she asks. I note that she doesn’t sound annoyed. If anything, she’s mildly amused.
“Bedtime?” I hum, a smile on my face.
She giggles and I fucking love that so much that I snuggle down into the pillow. “It was past bedtime a while back, Cowboy. It’s like two in the morning.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. “I’m sorry, beautiful. I didn’t really check the time. Ty and I went to my parents for dinner. Then, I took him to the batting cages. We closed the place down and came home and played videogames.”
“I didn’t realize you were such a wild partier, Hunter.”
“Does this hurt my street cred?” I ask, smiling.
“I don’t know much about street cred, but I do know I like it.”
“That’s all that matters. Did you have a good day?”
“It was okay. The boys and I went out and shot some pool, had a few beers.” My body goes tight. The thought of her out with other men pisses me off in such a huge way that my body vibrates with the unwanted feelings. “Hunter?”