Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
He didn’t want her to date his brothers.
The statement rang like a gong through his mind, rattling his skull, but he remained outwardly silent.
There was no logical reason for him to keep her away from his brothers or anyone else at this stage. She was thirty years old and free to see whoever she pleased.
“Date whoever you want.”
It was such a subtle shift but he swore her shoulders sagged. He needed to get out of this shed. The longer she cornered him, the more he felt like prey.
She bit her plump lower lip and nodded, her gaze skating off into the corner. “Okay, Greyson. If that’s really how you feel, I will.”
How else should he feel? If his father wanted to throw down ultimatums and sell off his legacy, that was on him. He was staying out of it. Maybe she and Logan could actually make this work since they’d always shared a special bond.
A bad taste filled his mouth. “I have to get going.”
“Right. More shovels to sharpen.” She met his stare and took a small step forward. “I’m seeing Logan Tuesday night.”
“Busy week. Don’t forget Nate.”
“Mature. You know his name’s Noah.” The wind blew, and the wooden door to the shed swung closed, cutting away the light. “If you’re jealous, you could add your name to my dance card?”
“Wren.” He gave her a warning look.
“Greyson?” She used to tease him like this when they were young, but it had been years since she’d played these games. She took another step toward him. One deep breath and they’d be touching.
He tried to shift back, but there was nowhere to go in the cramped shed. “There’s not enough room in here for two people.”
“Is it too tight?”
His breath caught in his throat as he cocked his head. What had gotten into her? Did she think she could push his buttons without consequence? Did she want to see how far she could go without crossing that line? It had been a damn long time since he’d felt the touch of a woman. They were alone. It was dark. Who would know?
He would.
He grabbed her shoulders to move her aside so he could leave, but she contorted her body and slipped out of the flannel, suddenly behind him. Damn yoga. She was as bendy as a coil.
“Aren’t you curious?”
“No.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Damn it, Wren, we’re not doing this.”
“Logan and Soren would.”
His molars locked, and he took a threatening step toward her before catching himself. She gasped but didn’t back up. Her eyes dilated, and her breasts lifted. She was enjoying this.
“What is it you want from me?” he asked through gritted teeth.
Arched back so she could meet his stare, she blinked up at him. “Honesty.”
“I’m always honest with you.”
She settled her hands on his arms, and a zing of electricity shot to his cock. “You’re not even being honest with yourself.”
Her hand squeezed ever so slightly around the girth of his arm, and he imagined her grip elsewhere. He caught her wrist. “There are rules, Wren.”
“What rules? I never made any rules.”
First, the dates with his brother, now this? “Whatever game you’re playing, knock it off.”
“Or what?”
Did she have to move like that? Arched back as she was over the work table, he could see every way her body shifted and twitched. “You shouldn’t play games like this with men.”
Her gaze dropped to his mouth. “Why? Are you afraid I’ll spoil your delusions that I’m still a little girl? Sorry to disappoint, Greyson, but I’m a grown ass woman. Your brothers realize it, why can’t you?”
“I’m aware you’re not a child anymore.”
“Haven’t been in some time.”
“If you want to be recognized as a woman, act like it.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means, quit it with the games.” The tension coiled tighter as he held her challenging stare.
“No.”
His nostrils flared at the defiant way she whispered that word. He snatched her hand and pressed it to the bulge at his crotch.
“Greyson!” When she tried to pull away, he tightened his grip.
“Is this what you want?” He stepped forward, still holding her hand to his cock. “You want to play games? Fine, let’s go there. I could have you against that wall in two seconds flat and fuck you right into next week.” He flung her hand away and growled. “I don’t like games, and you should know better than to taunt anything twice your size.”
When he turned, she said, “I’m not the one afraid here, you are.”
“That’s it.” He shoved her into the wall and gripped the back of her neck. The second she gasped, he took her mouth in a hard, punishing kiss, shamelessly grinding his body against hers, showing her exactly what a man like him could do to a tiny little thing like her.
Her fist tightened on his jacket, and she moaned, soft and needy. He backed her into the wall, his feet tripping over the pots and bags of soil on the floor. Something heavy hit the floor with a thud, but he was in too deep to stop himself now.