Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Same goes, baby. Now, I need some ice cream.”
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to try Sundae’s.”
“Let’s do it.”
It’s not quite dark when we park in front of the ice cream shop, and when we push inside, the scent of freshly baked waffle cones and sugar assaults us, making Darby moan the way she does when I’m inside her.
“I’m gonna need you to not make that sound here.”
My girl laughs and squeezes my hand. “I can’t help it. It’s already my favorite place in the world.”
“I thought our bed was your favorite place.”
“Okay, this is second.” She glances up and her eyes go wide, and I can only smile because I already saw him.
Zack is leaning on the counter, eating an ice cream cone, charming Indie, who’s blushing and laughing at something he just said.
“I’ll call the cops if he’s harassing you,” I say to Indie, who snorts and walks our way.
“If I can handle toddlers in my shop, I can handle him,” she says, and Zack scowls.
“Did you just compare me to a toddler?”
Darby smirks next to me, and Indie shrugs. “I’m just saying, you’re not difficult to deal with.”
Zack’s eyes narrow as he licks his ice cream. “I might have to teach you a lesson.”
“You can try,” Indie volleys back, and I can no longer hold back the laugh that I’ve been holding in. She turns to Darby with a smile. “Hi, you’re new.”
“I’m Darby,” my girl says with a smile. “And I hear great things about your shop.”
“They’re all true. My grandparents refined these recipes until they were perfect. You can’t go wrong with anything in the case, unless you’re allergic to something.”
“No allergies for me,” Darby says. “Ooh, I want espresso in a waffle cone. Just one scoop.”
“You got it.” Indie smiles at me. “Your usual?”
“You have an usual?” Darby demands.
“Oh, he does,” Indie replies with a knowing nod. “He’s very predictable. And it’s also the espresso.”
Darby’s eyebrow lifts and I smirk.
“Yes, the usual. Thanks, Indie.” As the other woman walks away to fill our orders, I lean in to whisper in my girl’s ear. “I won’t be predictable in bed later.”
“Promises, promises.”
“So, does Zack have something going on with the ice cream shop girl?” Darby asks when we’re settled by the fire behind the cabin, which is still dark and empty because my friend isn’t back yet. “Because the flirt was thick in there.”
“I suspect there’s a bit of a crush happening,” I reply. “Which is hilarious because we’ve known Indigo for most of her life, and she’s fifteen years younger than him.”
“She’s pretty, and funny, and smart, so I get it,” Darby says with a shrug. She’s in my lap, her arms curled around my neck, and we’re watching the fire. “This was a really great date. Thank you.”
“We’re going to do something like this every week.”
“We are?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to.” I kiss her cheek and then take her chin in my fingers and cover her mouth with mine, kissing the fuck out of her in the glow of the fire. “No arguments.”
“I wasn’t going to argue.” She grins and brushes her nose against mine. “I’d suggest firepit sex, but Zack could come back any minute, and he doesn’t get to see me naked.”
I growl against her lips, making her laugh. “No one gets to see you naked, Duchess.”
“So possessive.”
“Yes.” I bite down on her earlobe, making her shiver in my arms. “Because you’re mine. And I don’t share. But I’ll gladly take you into the house and fuck you on every available surface, your choice.”
“I’m supposed to choose?” Her breath catches when I lick down her neck to her collarbone. “I don’t think I can remember my own name right now.”
“Focus.”
“Can’t.”
With a chuckle, I lift her in my arms and check to see that the fire has died down to coals before I march us toward the house.
“I guess we’ll start in the kitchen and work our way around then.”
“Yes, please.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
DARBY
True to his word, he carries me into the kitchen and sets me on my feet, then pulls my sweater up over my head and lets it fall carelessly to the floor. His eyes narrow on my breasts, and then he deftly unfastens my bra, and I let it fall away, reveling in the way he’s eating me up with his eyes.
I love how much he enjoys looking at me.
“The kitchen it is.” I sound breathless as I tug his Henley out of his pants and get that first glimpse at his abs. Abs that I love to lick and explore. His scar is hidden beneath the waist of his pants, but I love that too. Every single bit of him is delectable. “Also, your muscles are insane in this shirt. If the server stared at your arms once more, I was going to gouge her eyes out with my steak knife.”