Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
"You raised your sister, didn't you? After you parents died, I mean."
"I did."
She smiles at me. "I bet she adores you."
"She does, but our brother, Cam, is her real hero," I murmur.
"I met him. Well, he saved me from your bull on Saturday." She frowns, her brows furrowing. "I'm pretty sure your bull has a vendetta against me. He tried to kill me and my friend Clover on Saturday. He stepped right out in front of our car. Cam came and wrangled him out of the way."
"The fucking bull is a menace."
"He seems to listen to you and your brother just fine," she points out.
"Strangers piss him off, but he'll get used to you soon enough, pretty baby." I lean down to kiss her. "And then you can boss him around too."
"You think the storm will last that long?"
"Hmm?"
"Will the storm last long enough for him to get used to me?" she asks. "I'm flying back to Seattle on Sunday."
Fuck. That means I have less than a week to convince her to fall in love with me too. She hasn't even been mine for a full day, and I already know I'm not going to be able to let her go. She's mine forever. I just have to convince her to see it that way too.
Chapter Seven
CASSIA
"Why cowboys?" Cord asks, holding out a bite of peach pie to me.
I lean forward, wrapping my tongue around the fork to pull the flaky pastry into my mouth. The peaches practically melt on my tongue. I moan, and his eyes narrow to slits, the lines around the corners becoming more pronounced. Which honestly only makes me want to tease him more. He's hot when he's scowling. I find myself eager to push his buttons just to make him keep looking at me like that.
I honestly can't remember the last time I had this much fun around a man. Actually, I can remember. I've never had this much fun with a man. With Cord, I don't feel anxious or awkward. He doesn't look at me like I'm insane when random things tumble out of my mouth. He just rolls with it, like it's perfectly normal for us to discuss bull testicles over dinner.
He wouldn't let me feed myself. I finished cooking while he showered. When he came back downstairs, he pulled me onto his lap, and we ate from the same plate. It was…strangely erotic to have him feeding me. I liked it more than I probably should. I know he did too. His gray eyes blazed with heat throughout the entire meal. His cock has been hard all night too. It's nestled between my cheeks, slowly driving me insane.
"Honestly? I think I started reading cowboy romance because my mom grew up on a ranch in Texas," I say. "She hated it. I guess I wanted to know what was so bad about it, or maybe I started reading it to spite her. I'm not sure. I was twelve. But then I fell in love with the genre, so when I started writing, it felt natural to start there."
"You started writing young." He cuts off another bite of pie.
"Mmhmm. I was nineteen when I finished my first book. I didn't publish until two years later though." I laugh quietly. "God, it was terrible!"
"Doubtful," he mutters, holding out the fork toward me.
"Trust me," I say, shaking my head. If I eat anything else, I'm going to explode. "It was terrible. Writing is one of those things you learn as you go. The more you do it, the more you learn and grow. I won't even show anyone the drafts hidden under my bed. They are so bad."
"You have drafts hidden under your bed?"
His slow, adoring grin heats me up a thousand degrees as he pops the fork into his mouth, his lips closing around the tines. Watching him eat reminds me of watching him eat me, which heats me up another thousand degrees. I shift on his lap, subtly trying to press my thighs together to ease the ache between them.
"What else you got hidden under there, pretty baby?" he asks, sliding his free hand up my hip.
"Not telling," I whisper.
Cord Decker does not like being told no. His brows pull down, his gray eyes settling on mine again as if he intends to pull the answer he wants right out of my soul. "Is that your final answer?"
I nod, not in the least intimidated by this man. He may look rough and mean, but I've seen his heart now. I know what makes this giant bully tick. For some inexplicable reason, he thinks I hung the moon, and I'm not about to tell him different. I think I could bring him to his knees if I wanted to do it. I don't. I want him on top of me, inside of me, all over me.