Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Dean slides his tongue into the divot in my chin, and I giggle loudly. I feel my cheeks heat, but he just drinks me in. He grins against my skin as he whispers, “I love the noises you make.”
I stroke my fingers along the curls at his neck. “They’re yours.”
Oh God, how they belong to him because he is the only man to make them come from me so easily.
His wanton gaze meets mine, heat and all things possessive swirling in the blues and greens of his eyes. Not in a Nyle possessive way, but in a really hot Dean way. My phone sounds, and his eyes narrow. “I’m going to throw that damn thing away.”
I snort as I pull it out, glancing at the rage-text from my bestie. “It’s Sadie. I was supposed to be at the house twenty minutes ago. Skyye is probably wondering what I’m doing.”
“We should just tell her I’m ravishing you,” he mutters between nibbling on my bottom lip.
I smack his bicep. “We cannot tell your daughter you’re ravishing me.”
He sucks on my jaw, making my eyes fall closed. “Why not? It’s what I’m doing.”
“Dean,” I whine, and he smiles against my jaw as he slides his tongue to my earlobe. But then there is a knock at the door.
“Dad? Do you know where Kenni is?”
He waggles his brows, and I’m shooting daggers at him. He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sweetheart. She’ll be out in a minute. She needed to use my razor.”
I roll my eyes.
“I have one,” she calls out. “I’ll make sure to tell her.”
“That’s my girl. Thanks.”
“So, why are you in there?”
I arch a brow, but he just grins, cool as a cucumber. “Getting ready for work.”
“Oh yeah, okay.”
“She’ll be out soon. Oh hey, Skyye is looking for you.”
I glare. “Coming!” I squeak, not sounding like a cool cucumber at all. He covers his mouth to hold in his laughter, and I smack him again.
“Okaayyyy,” Skyye calls out, and I know she knows. She has to. Damn it. I go to open the door, but he presses me into it again, his hands cupping my face. I lean into his touch, lost in his heated gaze as he requests, “Be good?”
“Nope.”
“Try?”
“Can’t.”
He shakes his head. “Call me if you need me.”
“I will.”
Dean draws a deep breath in through his nose, and his eyes tell me he wants to say more. I think I know what it is, but he can’t.
Because I might say it back, and I’m still married.
His mouth slides over mine for a searing kiss before I wink and move out of the room. I look over my shoulder to find him watching me, and I beam back at him. “I’ll miss you,” I whisper, and I love that it surprises him.
Dean’s eyes widen, his lips curving into a full grin, and that swoony feeling fills me from top to bottom as he rubs his chest where his heart is. “Miss you more, darlin’.”
I do a little shimmy, and I know I can’t hide this man anymore.
I have to tell Missy.
I meet a very suspicious Skyye on the porch, and I try to distract her with my sunny personality. When I bring up Taylor Swift and how proud we are that she got the rights back to all her music, I know I’ve fully distracted her. Within seconds, she’s bringing up stats and even her theories of when and if we’ll get Reputation TV. We’re still rambling when we get to my dad’s house. Matt, Nyle, and the kids are going to have movie night with Dad while we go to ladies’ night at the Pine. Apparently, Dad invited Dean, but of course, it’s on a night that he had to work. I think he planned that since he has never been a fan of Dean. That’s another person I’m dreading facing when what Dean and I are building together comes to light.
I will, but I’m not excited.
He’ll, more than likely, be dramatic as all hell.
My dad, not Dean.
After greeting my nieces and nephew, I love on my dad, but then he’s fussing with the potato salad Maggie brought. She isn’t here, but he made it a point to say she was the one to make it. I have to restrain myself from gagging.
But from the grin on my daddy’s face, I can’t be anything but happy for the old dog.
I’m standing on the back porch, impressed by the setup Dad has created for everyone. He put up a huge white sheet and a projector to play movies. He smoked a pork butt, and he has all the makings for sandwiches.
I almost want to stay in.
“We’re still good for tomorrow, right?”
I keep myself from rolling my eyes at Nyle’s request. He hired me to help him expand his market and make more money. I’ve been working my ass off on a plan, but really, he just has to do better. I can only give him tools to broaden his reach, but he has to work daily. Not smother my sister.