Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Jeez, my guy was something else. I bypassed him and the statement, going for the front door. But I couldn’t help noting the obvious. “You shaved.”
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Slade
I watched him pass by, only then realizing that he’d changed into a newish pair of blue jeans, Wranglers to be specific, and wore polished boots. His pearl button long-sleeve shirt had the sleeves rolled and pushed to his elbow. The roll wasn’t haphazard, but instead neatly executed.
My cowboy had dressed to impress. Mace was also letting his facial hair grow into a goatee. I’d missed what he was trying to do with his appearance because of his inability to actually grow facial hair. I wasn’t sure how long it would take for his hair to fill in to make the tee.
My ire eased as I followed after him. The way he walked, one leg in front of the other, his ass swinging under the slight bowed strut, captivated me every single time.
“The goatee’s new. Looks good on you,” I said as Mace reached for my leather bag in the entry.
“This goin’ to the Jeep?” he asked, glancing back at me. My gaze stayed on the powerful thighs, remembering how he’d wrapped them around me, locking me in place. His wrestling moves had dislodged me, driving my back to the mattress.
“Yeah… and the laptop bag. I’ll get it,” I said, but didn’t move to do so.
Oh man, my cowboy was making it damned hard to remember our goals. My cock had turned hard as stone. So rigid, it wasn’t going to relax easily. Mace had managed to change his appearance with only a few alterations. Pretty impressive.
“I got it. You make coffee?” Mace asked, slipping past me with all my luggage in hand.
I didn’t make it easy for him to pass me without grinding my cock against his. His gaze landed on mine.
“We just fucked. Why’s that so hard? We gotta get on the road,” he said, leaving no room for anything more than getting on the road quickly. He left me standing there to trot down the steps toward the Jeep.
Well, okay. The defeat was real.
“Yeah. I’ll grab our coffee tumblers and my phone and we can head out.” My shoulders slumped, my cock rejecting the way I easily gave in. I started for the kitchen when I heard his boots clicking on the floor, coming toward me. I quickly grabbed the coffee and my things and started toward Mace.
“There’s a Waffle House on the way. Wanna go there to grab a bite?” Mace took his cup from my hand, and I reached in my jeans pocket to verify the key fob was still there when a loud ding alerted us of the back door being opened.
“You weren’t picking up your phone,” Nico, my head of security, stated in that hard, gravelly tone he used. As he spoke, he came around the corner, one work boot clomping in front of the other until he stopped dead in his tracks.
The instant heat that radiated off Mace affected me with a sudden anxiety spike, causing me to look his way, not Nico’s. Something happened, but hell if I understood it. “Sorry, boss. I thought you were still alone.”
Mace set his coffee on the counter and shoved past me in a protectionary way. His menacing glare transformed his beautiful face into fierce accusation.
“You said you were alone. Who’s this guy?” Mace asked, his tone hard and unyielding as I now stared at the back of his head.
“Whoa. This is Nico.” I angled myself between the two men. “You know my security team’s constantly monitoring for me. The world’s a hard place for men like me…”
“No,” Mace said flatly, finally turning the glare at me. All right, interesting turn, I liked it so much better when that mean stare was directed at Nico. “So, this guy’s in the house with you when I’m not here?”
My eyebrow slid up as my mouth dropped open, then closed, then opened again. No sound came. Mace was jealous? I couldn’t seem to process that realization fast enough.
“I’m not in the house with him,” Nico answered in my silence. True to form, he was the deescalation king. It always impressed me since Nico knew a hundred different ways to subdue an attacker. If Nico wanted, Mace would be planted on the ground before he managed to blink an eye. My security guard lifted both hands in the air as a peace offering. “We’re stationed about halfway from the main house and your property.”
“Mace, I have a team of six men…”
“Slade, stop.” He wasn’t going to hear another second of my explanation. Luckily, Nico got the message and pivoted to leave. The back door slammed shut seconds later. I turned to Mace’s shocked glare. My cowboy said nothing to me. He only tossed his hands in the air while he pivoted, giving me his back as he took off out the front door.