Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Oh, fuck.”
“Oddly enough, the easing of the pain helped my stupid teenage ass to push my orgasm through.”
She lets out a whistle making me grin, and she shares that with me. Her lips stretch out, her eyes light up and it’s a look that I know I’d love to see every fucking day of my life.
Yeah. I’m in deep.
“Then, her husband decided to make an entrance at just that crucial moment.”
“Yikes.”
“The tattoo covers the scar she put on my dick that day,” I finish explaining.
“You needed a reminder?” she laughs.
“Fuck, no. Considering I had to throw a paperweight at her husband’s head to get out of there. Not to mention I ran through the halls of my school with my dick flapping in the wind, covered in blood. I didn’t need shit to remember that day. I just didn’t want her teeth marking my dick the rest of my life. The tattoo is just a reminder that women are dangerous. Sometimes sex can leave you brainless enough to forget that.”
“Still, it’s kind of a lame tattoo. If you’re going to go for it, you should have had your whole dick tattooed, transforming it somehow into something masculine and dangerous.”
“Yeah? What would that be, Harper?”
“You could have tattooed a horse’s head in your groin area and—”
“A horse’s head? Like one of the seven horsemen of the Apocalypse?”
“I was thinking about a pretty pink unicorn with a brown furry mane and a giant horn rising up covered in cotton candy,” she says trying to hold onto the laughter that’s threatening to bubble out.
“You want me to turn my dick into a unicorn horn?” I fake growl.
“A very dangerous looking one,” she says and gives up the fight throwing her head back to cackle.
I growl and bury my face in the side of her neck, biting her playfully, as I hold her close. This makes her laugh harder, and a feeling moves through me that can only be described as joy. Jesus. This woman has no idea what she’s in for. Every single minute I spend with her, I’m more convinced of two things. One, I was a fool with my head stuck in my ass the morning I kicked Beau out of my bed. Two—which is the most important one—when I get her back in my bed, she’s going to know that she belongs to me. She will be mine for the rest of her life and I will be hers.
I’m finally understanding what Dad meant when he said that once he got a taste of my mom nothing else mattered. He’s right. My future is wrapped up in Beau and my son and whatever children we have. I know it down deep inside of me. Down in my skin and in my bones. Beau Harper is my future.
Chapter 11
Beau
“Word is you and BB looked pretty damn tight out at Remi’s.”
“That was a week ago. Shouldn’t that be old news by now?” I huff, trying my best to enjoy my sandwich and ignore Callum.
“He’s been here almost every day for lunch, Beau.”
“Can I ask when that became your business, Cal?”
“Beau.”
I frown, putting my sandwich down. My lunch is ruined now anyway. “I like him. We’re … friends,” I admit.
I’m lying through my teeth. I’m getting addicted to spending time with Hunter. We have lunch together every day. He doesn’t ask, he just shows up or calls and asks what I’m doing. I don’t tell him I’m busy. I don’t even ask him not to call. Damn it. I want to hear from him. He’s also been calling me every night. I should put a stop to it, I guess.
I don’t.
That love I felt for Hunter that first night keeps rearing its head and I get weak. I’m trying to remember the way he was the next morning, but honest to God, that’s getting harder and harder to do.
“Friends? Jesus, Beau.”
“What?” I ask, sounding defensive as hell. “We are! He’s coming over in a bit with Ty and Slider.”
“Christ. You told him about the baseball player? Don’t you think that’s going to tick off a customer?”
“No, I don’t, Cal,” I snap. “Because I’m not stupid. I told Parker that Gordo’s son and a friend were heavy into baseball, and it’d make their day to meet him. I asked if it would be okay, and he agreed easily.”
“Gordo’s goin’ to be pissed he’s not here,” he mutters. I finally take an easy breath—glad he’s letting this go. I’m confused enough. I don’t want to dissect it—especially with Callum. He knows me too well.
“He needs to kick Mary Ann to the curb once and for all. She’s got a new man, supposedly. There’s no way Gordo should have agreed to drive her to Knoxville to the doctor,” I complain. “He’s too good of a man to jump whenever she hollers at him—and she hollers constantly.