Hot & Sticky Read online Madison Faye (Sunset Bay #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sunset Bay Series by Madison Faye
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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…Where we were, and maybe even more.

“Taylor,” he growls.

“Hey! Pal! Turn off the fucking meter and get the fuck out!” He laughs. “Unless you want a date with my hot niece here. But I’m getting a cut if you do!”

I cringe, and West snarls under his breath. His eyes narrow at Matt’s back, then they swivel back to me.

“You should probably go,” I whisper, hating each word.

He nods. “Nice to meet you, Taylor.”

“Nice to meet you too, West,” I whisper.

His jaw clenches, and he turns. He grabs his tools and tosses his shirt over a bare, muscled, tanned shoulder. He looks at me once more, and then he’s gone out the door.

“What a tool,” Matt grunts as he steps into the kitchen again. “What’s with the no shirt? He think I’m some sort of fag who’s going to tuck twenties into his ass?”

I frown. “Uncle Matt, it’s like two hundred degrees in here.”

He grunts. “Whatever.” He turns to me, and I hate the way he grins at me.

“Listen, you got plans tonight?”

“Um—”

“I got some buddies playing a poker game tonight, and I bet if you wanted to come by…” Matt grins disgustingly, his eyes sweeping over me. “Well, I bet you’d be a real hit with the fellas,” he purrs.

I want to throw up.

“Oh, I-I think I’ve got something going on.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Well, text me if you want to come over and have some fun with the guys.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” I mumble, mentally sticking a finger down my throat.

“And don’t forget to lock the place, yeah?”

Matt scowls at me before he steps back outside and slams the door shut. I let out the stream of air I’ve been holding inside through pursed lips. I sink against the counter—the very counter where West just made my entire body and soul ache and whimper for more.

I bite my lip, shivering as my core tightens. I squeeze my thighs together, and I gasp a little at the throb of heat between them.

West Farrow just blew into my life hotter than the heatwave outside. He just melted me more than any hundred-degree kitchen has all week.

…And I want more. I want a lot more.

Chapter Four

West

My pulse races. My hands close to fists over and over again, and my cock is fucking harder than it’s been possibly ever. I can taste the salty sweetness of sugar and sweat from her lips—this intoxicating mix that has the beast inside of me roaring for more. I want to turn back and go kick that fucking back door in. I want to knock out that disgusting prick of an uncle of hers and go right back to where we left off.

And I don’t want to stop this time until she’s coming all over my fucking cock.

I close my eyes and sink my forehead against the side of the truck cab. But suddenly I hear footsteps behind me, and I whirl at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Hey, pal.”

I groan. It’s Matt, Taylor’s creepy fucking uncle.

“Mr. Conway,” I growl, turning towards him and leaning against the truck.

“Kinda looked like you mighta had your hand in the cookie jar back there, buddy.”

I tense, my jaw grinding. “Excuse me?”

Matt grins and starts to laugh. “Nah, I’m just fucking with you, man. But seriously, how about Taylor?”

I frown deeper. “What about her?”

He grins. “Pretty girl, huh?”

Fucking gross. This is his fucking niece he’s talking about.

“I’ll be back tomorrow to finish up, Mr. Conway,” I grunt, ignoring what he just said about her.

“Yeah, yeah but hang on. I’m talking about Taylor.”

“And I don’t think you should be,” I growl.

He laughs. “Naaah, don’t worry. She’s just my adoptive niece. Or, something.” He shrugs. “Her mom is my adoptive sister. We ain’t related or anything.”

I resist the urge to tell him he’s still a fucking creep, but only because I know Gramps needs this gig.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Con—”

“How much?”

I freeze, my hand curling into a fist.

“Excuse me?” I hiss, half turning back to him.

“Not for… you know, I can’t promise that,” he chuckles. “But I mean, what’d it be worth to you for me to...”

He winks.

“You know, to set something up. Throw in a little extra and I’ll throw in some drinks to get her all loosened up for—”

I roar, and Matt almost screams when I grab him by the throat, whirl, and slam him up against my truck. My other hand pulls back, and I snarl, about to send my fist through his fucking disgusting face.

“Whoa! Whoa!” he sputters. “Chill the fuck out, man!”

“You watch your fucking mouth,” I hiss through snarling teeth.

He stares at me, aghast. “You-you work for me!” He sputters. “You little fucking prick! You work for me, understand?!”

“No,” I snarl, baring my teeth at him. “No, I work for—”

“You work for your Gramps,” Matt sneers. “Oh I know.” He smirks at me. “You know the people I know in this town? I could fucking sink that little shithole business of his, you know. Some bad review from me and my pals?” Matt snorts. “Game over, douchebag.”



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