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)
“We’re about to find out,” I mutter, pulling into the courtyard of the McDougal Castle.
It reminds me of the Black Castle. I’m not surprised, as both families go way back. Old money, older roots.
I pull to a stop in the courtyard and park. A smile comes to my face as DJ appears with two large older men. I wasn’t expecting to find her here.
I swallow hard as I take her in. She’s in a pair of those tight leggings again. However, this time she has on a bra top.
I groan and pull a hand down my face. I’ve come for answers, not to claim my woman. I’ll be chanting those words in my head this entire visit.
Stepping from the car, I move to the front of it and rest my ass against the hood. I note the moment DJ sees me and her eyes light up. I open my arms for her, and she comes rushing forward.
I stand up straight and step away from the car. I chuckle when she yelps in surprise as I lift her thick ass onto my waist. As she wraps her legs around me, I take her lips in a kiss.
She cups my face and gives back the passion I’m giving to her. I groan into the kiss, missing her sweet mouth. Before we get carried away, I allow her body to slide down my front.
“Aye, love, I missed ya too, baby,” I say against her lips before pecking them once more.
“Why didn’t ya tell me ya were coming?”
“I wanted to surprise ya.”
“What are ya doing here though? Why didn’t ya go to the cottage? How did ya know I was here?”
“I didn’t know ya would be here. I came to see yer uncles,” I reply.
Her smile falls and she takes a few steps back from me. That distrustful look fills her eyes. I thought we had worked past that.
“Cole, why would ya be here to see me uncles?” Her accent comes out thicker than ever.
The last thing I want to do is argue with her. I had hoped I could come here and have a conversation with the McDougal brothers and after I planned to stop in to see her at her gran’s.
“You’re Cole O’Brien. Aren’t ya?” One of the two men says.
“Aye, that’s me.”
“Come, ye shouldn’t be out here in plain sight. If ye want to talk, we should do so inside. Ye don’t belong here.”
My hackles go up. I’m not fond of anyone telling me where I should and shouldn’t be. The guy who spoke frowns.
“Dinna fash yersel. What he means is ye shouldn’t be seen with our niece. If it gets back to the wrong ears, that could be a problem,” the other guy says.
“Deja has been safe because we keep her that way and she hasn’t been a threat to Oland since she’s been here. He’s left her alone. Come, come inside before someone sees ye,” the first one who spoke says.
“Uncle Ken, what the hell are ye two talking about? Oland? As in Oland O’Brien? What does he have to do with anything?” Deja says, sounding confused.
“Inside,” the one she called Uncle Ken snaps.
I reach for her hand and lace my fingers with hers as we both follow the two men into the house. That ever-present connection is still there, no matter how much I can feel her trying to fight it.
Pulling my key for the car, I push the button to lock it. Then I look down at DJ, searching her face. She glances up at me, anger clearly written on her face. Giving her a wink, I then squeeze her hand. A mix of lust and confusion crosses her face.
Once we’re fully inside the house, she shakes her head as if to clear it. I take in the house and note some of the similarities to the Black Castle. The house where she lives with her great-grandmother is way more modest from what I could tell.
I can’t help wondering why they don’t stay here. I shrug the thought off as everyone takes a seat in the drawing room. Deja tries to pull away to take one of the seats across from me, but I tug her into the seat beside me.
Then I wrap my arm around her shoulders and lean into her ear. “It’s been two months since I last saw ya. Stop trying to run from me. I’ve missed ya. I want ya close.”
She blows out a frustrated breath, but begins to squirm a little beside me. I grin and plant a kiss against her temple. She smells like sweat and that delicious scent of hers.
Something like peaches and champagne. It’s so intoxicating. If beauty has a scent, it would be named Deja and I would clear every store out of it.
I want to bask in her body, her flavor, her scent, and the sight of her. I didn’t know how much I had been missing her until now. I don’t wish her grandmother any harm, but there has to be something I can do to get Deja back home with me.