Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
A side I’m falling for. He’s such a loving son. It’s clear to see how much he adores his mom and how much she loves him.
“I loved seeing you with your mom.”
“She was on her best behavior,” Dylan says.
I laugh. “She’s sweet. She didn’t have to send Ciarán cookies and the rest of lunch.”
“You’re family. She will always take care of the both of you. Watch out.”
He grabs my arm and pulls me into him right before I step into dog poop as we walk to the car from his family’s home. I look at the pile and frown. There’s another dried spot a few steps away.
“Ugh, does anyone around here scoop up after their dogs?”
“Nope, not at all,” he chuckles.
Lacing our fingers together, he then maneuvers me toward the car. I laugh to myself as he opens the door for me, and I realize he doesn’t drive the car he promised to Ciarán anymore.
“What’s that look about?” he asks as I climb into the car.
“If I said I liked this car, would you give it to me?” I tease.
He shrugs. “Do you want it?”
“No.”
He winks at me and closes the door to round the car and climb in behind the wheel. I watch him closely as I take in his every move. Dylan is so comfortable in his skin. He moves like a well-trained fighter in and out of the ring.
I love how his T-shirt clings to his skin. I lower my gaze to his thighs and my mind goes to his naked body and the tattoo on his right outer thigh.
It’s two pairs of boxing gloves. A smaller pair on top of larger ones. It seems like they’re hanging from strings. The artwork is mind blowing. They’re 3D and so realistic.
“I can feel your eyes on me,” he murmurs as he pulls to a stop at a stop sign.
He turns to glance at me. That smile does it to me every time. I reach to brush my finger over his lips. He pulls my thumb into his mouth and sucks on it, then twirls his tongue around it.
“You’re hard not to stare at,” I say breathlessly.
“You’re hard not to taste. Ciarán has strength training today. Booker picked him up and took him to the gym. You want to do a little shopping or go see a movie or something?”
“You have a five-thirty meeting. We should head into the gym, but I’ll take you up on the movie some other time.”
“Cool, I’ll have Book drop another car off for me tonight. This one is yours.”
I gasp. “Dylan, it was a joke. I don’t want your car.”
He shrugs. “It’s already yours.”
Dylan
A smile comes to my face as Ciarán comes running into the kitchen at my place. We just got in and I’m washing my hands to start dinner. Ciara is sitting at the island as she texts on her phone.
I think she’s talking to Taegan. The two are becoming close and work well together. My life has never run more smoothly.
“Cee, holy freaking cow. You have to see my room. It’s not like it was last time.
“I have a new computer with a sick setup. There’s a brand-new laptop. Transformer bedding, a drone, and the closet is full of clothes.
“It’s like I live here or something. It’s so me, like it was taken out of my brain. You have to come look.”
I turn to look at Ciara and she’s looking at me as if she has a ton to say. I wink at her. The only reason I spent the entire week at their place is because Taegan was working on remodeling the room and Ciarán had school.
We’ll have to wake up early to get him to school on time tomorrow, but his room was ready, and I wanted to surprise him with it.
“Have you booted up the computer? I had my cousins customize it for you. They know their shit. You have things that haven’t hit the market yet,” I say.
“Yo, bro, thank you so much. This is … oh my God, you’re so cool. Come on, Cee.”
Ciara shakes her head and gets up to follow him as he takes off. I go to follow, but my phone rings. Instead, I fall back and pull the device to answer.
It’s Aidan. I groan. I’m not in the mood for this tonight. I wanted to stay in and have a quiet night with my girl and her brother.
I was going to make dinner and suggest a game night before Ciarán needs to get to bed. I know nothing good is on the other end of this call. I’ll be out the door in the next ten minutes.
“What’s up?” I say as I pick up the call.
“Need you down at The Clover. Some douchebags came in and tore up one of the VIP rooms,” Aidan says.