Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Silver had been excited about an antiques dealer from the mainland who was presenting a stall. She and Cammie had raced there first to look for stuff for the B and B. They must have finished up because they’d returned, Akiva at their side, to our stage to sit, drink ale, and listen to us play.
I noted locals glancing at her and grinning conspiratorially.
They could think what they wanted, I supposed.
What was between us was between us.
Whatever it was, I was nowhere near done having my fill yet.
In fact, this need for the bloody American had only gotten stronger every day.
The sex was … it was fucking phenomenal.
That was saying a lot for a man who had sometimes used mind-blowing sex to unearth secrets.
I was pretty sure Silver was in agreement that she and I … well … best sex ever.
And yet, I still could not unearth her secrets.
At least there had been no more threats. She spent most nights on Stòr with me and on the nights the weather was too bad to chance even the short crossing, I’d stayed with her in her tiny flat.
My attention moved to Akiva who rested her head on Silver’s lap, her eyes closed in a nap. My dog could sleep through anything, apparently. And she followed Silver everywhere.
My gut clenched with something like unease, and I looked away to focus on the music. There had been a couple of years the festival was delayed a day or two due to the weather. Another year it was cancelled completely. But the weather this summer had been some of the mildest I’d ever witnessed on Glenvulin, and today the sun was out, shining bright.
Everyone was in a great fucking mood because of it.
Even Quinn whose general mood had improved these last few weeks as he finally let go of the idea of making amends with Taran.
We finished the song and I announced, “Need a break. A drink. Back here in thirty?”
Quinn and the lads nodded, and we placed our instruments behind the stage for safekeeping. Murray and Laird headed off toward the beer stall. Quinn and Forde moved around the stage and walked toward Silver and Cammie before I could. Silver nodded at them in greeting but got up to wind her way through the chairs toward me with Akiva at her side.
“You sounded great,” she said with a smile.
It had taken her a few days to get over being pissed about the secrets I was keeping from her. Silver knew it was hypocritical of her to stay mad at me and she compartmentalized things. She’d also told me she didn’t believe in holding grudges. “You never know when the last time you’ll see someone is. I don’t ever want to have the regret of harsh words between me and the people I care about.”
I didn’t ask if that meant she cared about me.
But I liked her words.
I just … I liked her.
That unease shifted through me again, but Akiva barked for attention, drawing me out of my darkening thoughts.
“Hey, sweetheart.” I lowered to my haunches to give her a proper rubdown.
“I saw a piece at the antiques store I want your opinion on.” Silver absentmindedly raked her nails through my hair, and I fought off a visceral, needful reaction to her touch.
I nodded and stood. “Show me.”
A normal man would reach for her hand and guide her through the crowds of the festival. My fingers twitched as I watched Silver avoid bumping into a laughing couple. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Usually, Silver kept her hair up in a ponytail. It was only ever down when we were in bed. Today she wore it loose in a cascade of blond waves that glinted wheaten gold in the sun.
Heat tightened in my groin as I followed her hand when it dropped back to her side.
She’d never taken my advice to cut her nails, and I was glad for it. I loved the feel of them scratching down my back or digging into my arse as I took her hard.
When we met, I’d never imagined how perfect she’d be for me in that respect.
That she’d get off taking it how I loved to give it.
Fuck, she was making me insatiable. Like a teenager who couldn’t get fucking off his mind.
I blew out a beleaguered breath and Silver heard it, even over the noise of the crowd.
Her head whipped to me. “You okay?”
“Aye,” I bit out gruffly.
She frowned but let it lie.
Another thing I liked about her. She knew when and when not to push.
Suddenly, we were outside the antiques tent.
I raised an eyebrow. It must have been a small feat bringing all this stuff over from the mainland.
“That.” Silver tugged on my arm and led me over to the back of the tent where a large Welsh dresser stood.