Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
"I can cover Lane's drinks." Sawyer goes for his wallet, tossing his hundred right on top of the other.
"Hey," my sister cuts in. "I can pay for my drinks."
Lane sways on her feet, and I realize we’ve both had more drinks than we’re used to. Sawyer is there to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her steady.
“I’ve got mine. You got yours?” Sawyer directs his question at Julius.
“Yours?” Julius asks, and Sawyer gives him a firm nod.
“Wait, yours?” Lane’s brow pulls together. “Are you talking about me?”
“Let’s go, kitten.” Sawyer doesn’t answer her question as he guides Lane toward the door. I can see her snipping at him, but she doesn’t pull away.
She can try and fight it, but I know there’s something there. Something she’s not willing to admit.
“Sawyer likes your sister?”
“I think so.” I turn to face Julius. “I guess seeing him kiss me on the cheek bothered you the same way Lola putting her boobs in your face bothered me.”
His whole body tenses. “I didn’t want to—”
“I know.” I run my hands up his chest, pressing myself against him. “Are we getting out of here?” I wiggle my brows at him. “Maybe I’ll show you my boobs.”
“Liv.” Julius lets out a low groan. It’s then I notice something very hard pressed to my stomach.
“Are you—”
“We’re leaving.” He tangles his fingers with mine and pulls me toward the entrance. People move quickly to get out of his way, and I have to fight not to laugh.
"I've never left a bar with a man before," I tell him when we're almost to his truck.
"You don't need to leave the bar with other men."
"Because I’ve already got one?"
"You've always had me, Liv." Julius opens the truck door and lifts me into the passenger seat. He reaches over and pulls on my seatbelt, and I place my hands on his cheeks, stopping him.
I press my lips to his and then swipe my tongue along his bottom lip. The touch elicits another low groan, and it sends a hot shiver down my spine.
“I love when you make that groaning sound. It makes me feel sexy and like you can’t control yourself.”
“I can’t control myself. That’s the reason I ended up at Dixon’s.” My gentle giant kisses the tip of my nose before closing the door.
"Are we going to share a bed?" I ask when we're almost to Julius’s home. The world tilts a little, but maybe that was me. I’m tipsy.
“I can take the couch,” he offers.
“And I get your giant bed all to myself?”
“If that’s what you want.” His gaze slides to me for a moment before returning to the road.
“I want to find out if I’m a cuddler. I bet I am. I have a few childhood stuffies I haven’t let go of yet, but I think I could replace them with you. Are you a cuddler?”
“No.” He rolls to a stop in front of his cabin.
“Oh.” I huff out a breath. That sucks because I think I could sleep on top of him.
“I mean, I don’t know. I’ve never cuddled before.”
“Really?” I unclip my seat belt and crawl over into his lap. “I bet I could turn you into a cuddler.”
“Liv, you could get me to do just about anything,” he admits, and then I feel his hands gripping my hips.
“Just about anything?” I tease.
Julius leans in, his expression serious, more serious than I’ve ever seen him before.
“Except let you go.” There is a hint of a warning in his tone, but to me it sounds like a promise.
Chapter Fourteen
JULIUS
It turns out I absolutely fucking love to cuddle. Maybe it’s Liv and having her near me, but I couldn’t get enough.
Last night when we got home, it was clear she’d had one, or five, drinks too many. I was planning on sleeping on the couch because I didn’t want her to wake up with regrets, but then she said she’d come sleep on the couch with me, and that didn’t make sense. Not when I had a perfectly good bed for the both of us.
The hardest part was when she came in and stripped out of her clothes and then asked me for a shirt to sleep in. I stood there for a full minute trying not to cum in my pants. As soon as she got the shirt on, she face-planted into the pillow and started snoring. It was pretty damn cute.
I managed to wake her up long enough to drink a big glass of water and take some medicine for the headache that was sure to come. After that, she passed out again. While she slept, I wiped off her makeup and then got myself ready for bed.
God, how I dreamed of waking up next to her, and this morning was like heaven on earth. I lay there for a long time watching her, memorizing her face, before I forced myself to get up. I knew if I stayed there much longer, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.