Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
“See you, Loon,” Lan said, eating the rest of the eggs straight out of the skillet.
Again.
Dudes.
“Later, honey,” Knox said, which made Lan’s brows slant down over his eyes as his gaze shot to his bud.
Good Lord.
The man had to cool it with the endearments.
“Later,” I said and sauntered to the door.
“That fuckin’ ass,” I heard Knox whisper.
Ugh!
I glared at him over my shoulder.
He smiled at me again.
I nearly walked into the door.
I heard him chuckle.
I opened the door and managed to get through it without showing him my middle finger.
I was closing it when Knox shouted, “Bring cupcakes!”
“Whatever!” I shouted back.
Even so, I made a mental note, when I came back after work, to bring him some of Willow’s cupcakes.
SIX
FIGURING YOUR SHIT OUT
“Do you think it’s wise that we…” I began, turning to Knox before I finished speaking.
Except I didn’t finish.
Taking one look at how his face was frozen, my heart stuttered.
We were in his kitchen, making dinner. I was on salad duty; he was seasoning the hamburgers he was going to put on the grill.
And I knew by that look on his face, now was not the time to shovel shit at him, something we’d both been finding was fun as all hell to do.
Instead, I put down the knife I was wielding, moved to him and slid my hands from his waist, up his back, pressing myself to him as I pressed him to me with my arms up either side of his spine.
“…that maybe we just keep us to ourselves for a while?” I finished quietly.
He didn’t touch me. Just stared down at me, his expression still frozen, his eyes shielded.
“This is just…it’s just…” Me, Luna Nelson, who really didn’t ever have any problem saying what I had to say, in the face of his, well…face, I was having difficulty finding the words. “You see, I like you. A whole lot.”
I felt his body instantly relax against mine.
Okay…
Um…
What was that?
Whatever it was, it was not for now, at least not right now, so I pushed through it. “And I kinda want this, just for a while, to be just us.”
His body relaxed more, and he finally touched me, putting a hand to my waist.
“I was thinkin’ the same thing, baby,” he muttered.
“I don’t want our beginning to be like Raye and Cap’s, with everyone in our biz. Though, at least they can’t hold a pool, betting on when you’ll give me the business like happened to the Rock Chicks, as that task has already been ticked off your to-do list.”
He smirked.
Hot.
“Or Jessie and Eric’s thing that’s happening now…” I continued and smiled. “With everyone in their biz.”
He bent his head so his lips touched my smile and pulled back.
“Definitely. And I’ve read the Rock Chick books,” he told me. “So I know we really don’t want anyone in our biz.”
Whoa.
He’d read those books?
“You read them?” I asked for confirmation.
“Not all of them yet. I’m up to Luke and Ava’s story.”
“What is that? Four in?”
“Book five.”
I liked this.
He was a reader.
I was also a reader.
I had visions dancing in my head of when we weren’t banging, lying in bed, tucked close, both of us with our books.
They were really good visions.
Even so.
“Are they terrifying?” I asked.
“Totally,” he answered.
I busted out laughing.
The Rock Chick books were, inexplicably, the written love stories of the OG Hot Bunch, or the Nightingale Men who came before Cap, Knox, Gabe, Javi, Roam, Landon, Liam, Brady, Shaw, etcetera’s crew (those guys were known as the Hottie Squad).
Those books had been published and everything.
They also had tales of car chases, and explosions, kidnappings (plural), pandemonium in gay bars and foot chases through haunted houses (and that wasn’t the half of it).
Me, and the rest of the Angels (who were, I should note, next gen Rock Chicks) wanted nothing to do with reading them.
When I was down to chortles, I saw Knox smiling at me, all gentle.
Man, he was just beautiful.
“We can come out when…you know…we’re solid,” I said.
His head tipped to the side. “You don’t think we’re solid?”
I grinned big at him. “Honey, we’re two days old.”
“Question still stands.”
I pressed deeper to him, remembering that look that had been on his face just moments before.
Also remembering how his arms tightened around me when I’d asked on our first night together if he thought we were a mistake.
I was further wondering if I should get into this with him.
However, we were young. He’d gotten into the heavy on the first night. But even though we spent last night together too, and obviously tonight, where we were cooking our first meal together, he hadn’t taken it there again.
I hadn’t either.
Maybe it was too soon.
Not to mention, that deep conversation had been about whether we were going to explore this.
We decided we were going to explore this, and we were doing that.