Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
His smile doesn’t falter. One of his eyebrows kicks up in a high arch, and I make myself ignore how good he looks. “Stop what, exactly?”
“Whatever you’re doing by searching me out. I can assure you nothing is going to happen between us—”
“Wrong,” he murmurs.
“Nothing will ever happen. Listen, I love my family, Caleb. I love them with all my heart. Still, I know firsthand how hard it has been for my mother to put up with seeing women in the club who had Dad before they got together. It has been freaking years, and the ones that are still here act like little bitches to Mom. She doesn’t hold it against Dad, but she still cries.”
“I’m not asking you to get on the back of my bike today, go back to Tennessee with me, and become my old lady,” he denies at once.
His words slam into me. Each one feeling like a knife that reopens old wounds I keep hidden. I’m a fool. I just assumed he was pursuing me for a relationship. I should have known better. Now, I feel humiliated.
“Then, you should also know I don’t do casual hookups. In fact, I don’t do hookups at all. It’s not the life I want. So, save us both some trouble and move along.”
“Define casual hookups,” he says, ignoring my plea.
“I’m pretty sure you know what a casual hookup is,” I counter.
“Pretend I don’t,” he says while sitting down at Beau’s kitchen table.
“Sex without meaning. No relationship,” I huff, getting annoyed.
“So, you want to be in a relationship with me?” he asks. The question makes my heart beat rapidly against my chest.
“You’re not a relationship kind of guy from what I hear. Plus, I’m busy with school. I don’t have time for a relationship.”
“Then, we’re back to just having sex. I can deal with that.”
“I’m not having sex with you, Candy-boy,” I mutter.
“We’re definitely having sex, Izzy.”
“We’re not. I told you I don’t do casual and that’s all you do.”
“You’re a virgin?” he asks, and I can hear the shock in his voice.
“Does that shock you?” I laugh, neither admitting nor denying what he asked.
“Yeah, it does. You’re fucking hot.”
“I’m not sure what that has to do with my virginity,” I huff.
“Nothing. It’s just, well, you’re what? Late twenties? You’re on track to finish medical school and start your residency. So, I can’t imagine a woman choosing to go without sex for that long a period of time.”
“Maybe that’s because the women who warm your bed don’t really use the word no.”
“Why, Izzy. Have you been stalking me?”
“You wish,” I grumble.
“Yeah, I kind of do. It’s obvious that you’ve been asking around about me. That means you’re interested.”
“I haven’t been asking around about you. I mentioned that you hit on me to Spider. He was all too eager to warn me away from you. He apparently knows your reputation from a friend of a friend. I’m told that your multitude of sins is a thing of legends.”
“Now, you’re just trying to make me blush,” he laughs.
“You would think that,” I respond with a sigh and a shake of my head. “Is there some reason you’re sitting in this house while my brother and Beau are gone?”
“Yep. I’m waiting on you. The way I look at it, you and I could be beneficial to one another.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Well, you’re a virgin who obviously has a lot of pent-up hostility. I could teach you the best ways to let that energy out—while bringing you so much pleasure that you pass out.”
“Nice to know you’re so confident in your abilities,” I reply sarcastically.
“Just speaking the truth. If you’d like, I can give you an example right here.”
“Sorry. I’d need a few rounds of antibiotics and a full body condom before I let you touch me.” His head jerks back as if I slapped him, and I guess I did—at least verbally. I sound like a bitch, but I ignore it. He’s the one who showed up uninvited. “I think you can show yourself out, Caleb. I have some things I need to do before Pez drops off my nephew.”
I walk out of the kitchen and head toward the utility room. I feel kind of sick to my stomach. I hate sounding like a bitch—or even acting like one. Still, I know what I want in life, and that man isn’t it—even if I am attracted to him.
I shriek like a little girl when I feel an iron grip on my upper arm. Caleb pulls me, yanking me around until I’m facing him. He steps into me, invading my space and bringing our bodies so close that not only can I feel the anger radiating off of him, but I can feel the very hard rigid outline of his cock pressed against me.