Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I had no idea, and I have no clue where Ciara has been. If I had known, I would have wanted her here with me. Ciara was such a wee little thing. She was only about eight the last time I saw her.
At the time that Finlay came for me, Uncle Donny and his family were all in America already. I don’t know much about what happened, but what little I do know, I’m not about to share with Cole.
I’m still uncertain about him. This connection is one thing; my life and ability to trust are another. I chew on my lip as I think over everything he’s told me.
“You’re sure you don’t know why you were brought here?”
“Ach, there ya go sounding like an American again,” I say to deflect.
“You’ll get used to it. Dylan has lost his accent altogether unless he’s pissed. Kate and Jamie tend to have theirs around family the most. You might get lucky and keep yours,” he says with a smile.
I inhale deeply. I want to go to America, but I’m not sure going with Cole is the right thing to do. I need more time to think about it—time when he’s not so close.
Right now, his entire presence is consuming me. His cologne has filled my head and his big thigh is pressed close to mine. Every time I slide away, he moves closer.
I reach for the bottle of whiskey sitting between us and pour myself another. I’m doing my best to keep my hand from shaking. He hasn’t tried to kiss me since we started this conversation and that’s sort of freaking me out.
“Why do you take a drink every time I mention New York? You do know Kate and the rest of the family are there. It will feel like home after a while.”
“What if I don’t want to go?”
He covers my glass with his palm and slides it away from me. That intense look fills his green eyes, sucking me in. I’m holding my breath as I await his reply.
I don’t want to kick his ass, but I’ve mapped all my options since he placed me in this corner. If I can’t trust him and he’s here to harm me, I’m going to fight until one of us isn’t breathing. Preferably him.
“What aren’t you telling me, DJ? Why wouldn’t you want to come with me?”
“I told ya before, I don’t know ya anymore. I may not know why I was brought to Scotland or what happened, but I know it was for my own safety. I can’t go with ya without knowing I can trust ya.”
“You can always trust me,” he says, sounding as if he’s hurt. “I would never do anything to hurt you. My life’s mission is to make your life as safe as I can.”
“Yet ya keep hurting me ears, Brooklyn,” I taunt.
“Ach, on second thought.” He pauses to lean into me. He’s a breath away when he begins to speak again. “I don’t want to hear that name on yer lips unless we’re back home and around business. I’m yer Cole. That’s what I want to hear fall from yer lips.”
With that, he takes my lips in a searing kiss. The booth isn’t giving him enough room to maneuver as he devours me. He breaks the kiss and bites out a curse.
The next thing I know, he plucks me up from the bench seat and places me on the tabletop. Hovering over me, he takes my lips once again. I moan when he grabs my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist as he kisses his way down my neck.
A voice in the back of my head is screaming for me to stop this. However, I’m a twenty-nine-year-old virgin and this man is the only man who has ever made me want to change that status.
“Cole,” I whimper as he covers my nipple over the fabric of my catsuit with his warm mouth.
My belly flips and drops as my core floods with my juices. The way he’s sucking on my peak has me wanting to strip bare to allow him to fuck me right here.
“I want ya so bad, DJ. Yer so fucking sexy. Everything is going to be fine when I get ya home.”
His words are like a bucket of ice water. Why does he keep insisting I go to America? Does he need to get me away from the uncles?
“Please stop. I can’t do this,” I say and begin to push him away.
“What? Am I moving too fast, baby?” he asks as he searches my eyes with concern.
“Aye. This isn’t how I want my first time to be,” I mutter.
“Excuse me. Yer what?”
“My first time, Cole. I’ve never had sex before. It hasn’t been at the top of my priority list.”
“Aye,” he says and pulls a hand down his face, bringing attention to that sexy beard. “Right, ya live with yer great-gran and spend most of yer time with yer great-uncles, it makes sense.”