Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Yeah, Ace. I know you work and stuff, so just let me know.”
I grab him by the arm and literally drag him away from Green and Kage. I should be relieved, but I’m not. I was looking forward to him making me give in and now he’s…. Shit. I don’t even know what he’s doing.
I ignore the way my fingers tingle now that they’re wrapped around Slater’s wrist. When we are a few feet away from my very annoying brother I look up at the man who has been torturing me. Then, I reluctantly take my hand away from him and put it on my hip.
“What is going on with you?” I snap.
“Huh?”
“You put all this work into the buildup and fall flat. What’s wrong Bat-Boy? Don’t you have any follow through?”
“Are you mad at me?”
“What gave me away?” I huff.
I see his lips twitch and I know he’s trying not to smile. That infuriates me.
“You’re hot as hell when you’re angry, Marigold.”
“Asshole,” I hiss between my teeth, and I turn around. I don’t have time for games and that seems to be all Slater is capable of doing. I take a step away but before I go any further his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back against his body. I wiggle trying to get away from him, but I stop moving when I feel the very firm definition of Slater’s cock pressing against my backside. Before I can dwell on what’s happening—or the fact that Slater is obviously very well endowed—he turns me around to look at him. His hand slides around the side of my neck. I can feel my pulse jump against his hold. His callused thumb rubs against my cheek, making me tingle all over. I somehow manage to stop myself from moaning in pleasure. I focus on his beautiful face, taking in his sparkling eyes, his dark beard, his beautiful full lips, and his neatly trimmed mustache.
God, I want him.
Trust me, Marigold. I’m dying to show you my follow through, and I have every intention of doing just that.”
“I don’t think—”
“That’s good. You don’t need to think. All I want you to do is feel. I want time with you tonight.”
“Then why—”
“Because your brother is being an ass. It’s late and I don’t want to waste what little time we would have together being interrupted every few minutes by Green—who I know will do whatever he can to make sure I don’t get into your pants.”
“So, you’re chickening out? You don’t need to worry about it anymore, Bat-Boy. I don’t have time for this.
“Are you mad because you’re not getting laid tonight?”
“Are you always such an asshole?” I counter.
“Babe,” he murmurs.
“Do not babe me.”
In response, he reaches around me, and I feel his hand dive into the back pocket of my pants. I jump and instantly reach back there to move his hand. I can feel heat splash over my face as I try to jerk away from him. He holds onto my hip not allowing me to squirm away. Then he’s holding up my phone that he basically yanked out of my pocket.
“What’s your passcode?”
“What?”
“Give me the passcode to your phone.”
“Go to hell.”
“You’re so sweet when you’re mad. Give me your passcode so I can key in all my information in your contacts.”
“I have your number, Slater.”
“You know I’ve hated my name my whole life. You make me like it.” I roll my eyes. “I want to type my address in your phone. That way, Ace, if you want to come by afterwards, I’m there.”
“I don’t see that happening,” I mutter, upset with myself that I’m so mad at Slater. I was looking forward to time with him—more than I realized.
Which scares me. The disappointment I felt when Slater bowed out was so huge that it took my breath. I don’t know what to do with that. I feel almost panicked. What if I start something with Slater that I can’t get out of?
Worse… What if I don’t want to get out of it?
“Babe, give me your code.”
I sigh and rattle off the numbers to unlock my phone. I watch as his fingers move nimbly over the screen, stepping closer to me. I wait for him to hand my phone back to me, but instead he pulls me back against his body and slides my phone back into my pocket. His hand—and other parts of him—feel massive as he palms my ass, making my skin burn.
“I want you Marigold,” he literally purrs. “Make no mistake about it, woman, I want the fuck out of you. It’s just I know you’re worth the wait. I can wait.”
“Nice of you to make that decision for the both of us, Bat-Boy,” I mutter, still upset.
“You want to come back to my place now then you tell your brother to fuck off and we’ll go. Still with everything I’ve learned about you, family is important. That means I’m trying to move slow here.”