Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“I don’t need to hear all those details.” Mags fake gags. “Take my advice. Don’t open with the caveman thing.” I already figured that shit out for myself. “But I support this level of crazy. You need to find her.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” I mutter without much heat.
Mags grins from the other side of the screen. “You got it bad, Cole. Seriously. I can’t wait to tell everyone.”
Groaning, I scrub my jaw, barely hanging onto my dignity. “Don’t say anything, okay? If those assholes get wind of this, I’ll never live it down.”
“Too late.” Maggie props her chin on her palm, eyes lighting up with mischief, and I know she’s enjoying this. Not too long ago, I was fucking with Todd while he tried to woo her. My evil little sister smirks at me. “I just texted Silas. He’s putting together a family group chat so everyone can discuss your little love life.”
“Un-fucking-believable,” I grumble and dig into the overpriced trail mix before shoving a handful in my mouth. This is just like my family. Over-the-top and relentless.
She’s laughing so hard she snorts, like it’s the best joke she’s heard in a long time. “You know we love you.”
I roll my eyes, but she’s not wrong. My family might be a big pain in my ass, but they’re also the best. “You’re a menace.”
“I learned from the best. Love you, loser,” Maggie says.
“Yeah, yeah.” I fake a scowl and reach for the remote. “I gotta go. I have an early morning tomorrow.”
“Keep me updated so I can keep the rest of the family up to date,” she sing-songs, then hangs up before I can argue.
I toss my phone on the bed and just stand there for a second, blood humming in my veins. I should be prepping for the auction. Instead, all I can think about is stripping my mystery brunette out of her jeans and bending her over the sink in this fancy-ass bathroom.
Fuck me. The mental image alone nearly does me in.
I rip off my shirt and head for the shower, already half-hard and beyond hope. If I’m lucky, ten minutes under freezing water will cool me off.
Fat fucking chance.
I don’t even make it halfway through lathering up before I’ve got one fist around my cock and the other braced against the wall. It’s useless to even try pretending. I want her. I want her so bad I’d give my last dollar to feel her luscious curves pressed against me.
My head drops. I squeeze my eyes shut, and she’s right there in my brain, straddling my lap in this exact shower, her mouth devouring mine. I pump my fist, hard and fast, hoping I can get this obsession out of my system, but the harder I jerk off, the worse it gets. I imagine her moaning my name, nails raking down my back, begging for more.
It’s fucking insane.
But so am I, apparently.
I come like a freight train.
And my first coherent thought is, I need to find her.
I towel off, still half-hard and pissed at the universe for dangling that sexy brunette in front of me just to rip her away. The cold water did jack shit. I’m still burning up. I want her so bad I’m one step away from losing all self-control.
My phone lights up on the counter. Another text. I swipe it open, expecting more crap from Maggie, but no. It’s Hudson.
Huddie Poo
Keep your goddamn head in the game. Don’t let your dick fuck this up.
Me
My dick is none of your business.
Huddie Poo
Thank God for small favors
Me
There’s nothing small about my dick.
He sends back a GIF of a toddler rolling his eyes. Classic. I turn my phone off before the next relative can pounce and draw me into another round of our family’s particular brand of chaos. There are more important matters at hand right now. Like tracking down my gorgeous brunette.
CHAPTER THREE
REINE
The second my eyes open, I’m thinking about him again. Jesus. My brain is mush. I spent half the night staring at the ceiling, replaying every damn second in the diner like some lovesick teenager. Those ridiculous blue eyes. That slow, cocky grin. The way he smirked like he’d already undressed me in his head—and yeah, I got zero sleep after that little revelation.
I’ve officially lost my freaking mind. One look at a hot cowboy and my self-control went straight out the window. I can’t stop picturing his hands on me, pinning me tight, his voice all low and dirty against my ear.
Focus, Reine. You’ve got a ranch to save. There’s no time to wallow in my own sexual frustration, or daydream about a guy whose name I don’t even know. I force myself out of bed, ignoring the screaming protest from every muscle. My reflection in the mirror looks like I went three rounds with a professional boxer.