Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Once Gunner has his fill, he places me gently on the ground and covers me with his body. “That was spectacular. Champion squirter.”
I smack him in the chest before groaning and covering my face with my hands.
Gunner takes my hands and pins them to my sides before crushing his lips to mine. Our tastes mingle as he opens his mouth and our tongues dance. He breaks the kiss, smiling as he strokes my matted hair from my face. “You all right?”
I nod. “Yes, Lightheaded, but I feel better than I have in a long while. If the bartending thing doesn’t work out, I know a great escort service I can connect you with. With your skills, you’d have them lined up around the block.”
“My services are already spoken for.”
I push up, and he tumbles back. My eyes are slits as I look at him. “Who do you work for?”
Gunner laughs and grabs my waist, drawing me to him. He places a peck on my nose. “You. I never want to be with another woman so long as that pussy can drench my face.”
Chapter 9
Gunner
“Well, well, looks like TMZ is here to sing us another pretty song,” one of the regulars says from the end of the bar.
“Shut the fuck up, Norm.” I place the last glass on the drying rack, toss my rag under the counter, and walk the length of the bar with my eyes trained on Cash.
After our time in the woods, Cash was spent. I wanted to take care of her, but she insisted she needed some time to herself. A part of me was worried she’d freak out and walk out of my life as quickly as she walked into it.
“What’s your pleasure?”
Silence hangs a few beats between us as she assesses me, a tiny grin turning her lips before she leans in. “Not here for the beer, but if you’re offering...”
Her eyes are a wild shade of blue, her gaze so intense it’s like a sucker punch to my gut every time I look at her.
I crack a bottle, setting it on the counter. “I’m always offering.”
If she wants, I’ll offer her much more than the beer. Hell, I’ll gladly send all these sorry sacks home just to eat that fuckin’ cunt again on this very bar.
She doesn’t drink, just plays with the cool bottle as her eyes move around the room. “I hoped there wouldn’t be many people here.” She finally takes a small sip of her beer, her mind still working. “I’ve been playin’ around with a new song. It’s slower, though. I haven’t done anything this slow before. If you don’t mind, I might try it out.”
My ego is a little bruised that she came here for my stage and not me. But I also want to hear what she wrote about me. It has to be about me. She curled up with a guitar at home and wrote a song after I banged her brains out. “Hell, yeah. My place is yours. I’ll flip the corner lights on, hit the mic, and you’re good to go.”
“No lights. I like it dim. This is perfect.” Her eyes are on me, a small smile lifting her lips.
“Whatever you say, Sparrow.”
“You gonna give us more of that Loretta Shaw special?” Norm calls from across the bar, a drunken slur to his words.
“Shut the fuck up, Norm. Don’t make me throw you out on your ass again.”
“No Loretta tonight, Norm,” Cash replies, tipping the neck of her beer bottle toward him. “Tonight, you’re only getting me.”
He nods, a grin curving his lips. “If you say so, sweetheart.”
Anger bubbles in my chest at his endearment. He’s not the first to call her that and won’t be the last, but it makes my fucking blood boil. An unfamiliar possessiveness blooms in my chest. I fist my hands at my sides, trying to control the animalistic need to knock his teeth out of his head for daring to label what’s mine. I shoot him a warning glare, letting him damn well know how I feel about his attitude.
Every rational thought leaves my mind when another man dares to show her attention. “Cash,” I call out.
She turns, and all I can focus on is her pretty face and the throbbing of my dick. I take in her full, pouty lips, picturing smearing her bright red lipstick and making her mascara run down her soft cheeks. It doesn’t matter. I’ve got a business to run and no one to watch the place as I fuck the pretty little songstress’s throat until it’s bruised and battered. “Before you start, can I see you in the back?”
She nods. “Sure.”
She walks past Norm, and I growl as his eyes move down her back to her big, round ass. “Watch it, old man. I won’t tell you a second time.”