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)
I smile at the fireplace and the pictures in classic frames lined up on the mantle. “Who decorated your place?”
“Me.”
His answer shocks me. “You?”
“Were you expecting dead animals on the walls or something,” he asks with a smile, opening a beer from the fridge and handing it to me.
“Well…”
“What do you take me for, some kind of over-the-top macho alpha male?”
I move to stand in front of him, and my body ignites with each brush of his breath over my skin. “Gunner, if it talks like a duck, walks like a duck, and looks like a duck, it sure as hell has to be a duck.”
I bring the cool bottle to my lips and take a large sip of my beer. His gaze is so intense that I’m surprised my clothes haven’t incinerated from my body.
Gunner moves close, a sly smile on his lips. He places his bottle on the island with a soft clang and cages me in with his arms. My body tingles with goosebumps as he nuzzles the tip of his nose against my neck. “Wound my ego, why don’t you? A real man doesn’t need to present as a caveman, Sparrow. I hunt and own multiple guns, but I have no desire to show people how lethal and primal I can be. When I need to, I show it by forcing my opponent to crumble in total submission. Men who claim to be alphas are simply scared little boys.” He nips at my earlobe, and his hard dick presses into me. “Do I look frightened to you?”
“How am I hurting your ego, Gunner Shaw?” I lean back, allowing my body to relax, something I haven’t been able to do with anyone for a long time. My nerves evaporate. It’s easy to be natural around Gunner. Allowing him to manipulate my body is the most liberating and cathartic form of therapy. Other than being on the stage, my favorite place is in his presence.
Gunner leans forward, pushing me until my back is flush against the cold marble countertop. His movements are slow and deliberate, less like a man and more like a predator on a hunt. He gently takes my beer bottle from my hands, placing it on the white marble table.
He brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “I’m not a man who takes kindly to being envious of a beer bottle. What are you doing to me, Cash?”
The warmth of his breath tickling my neck brings my nerves to full alert. “Well, maybe you should do something about the jealousy.” The words escape my lips brazenly.
Gunner smiles against my neck and places sweet, seductive kisses across my collarbone. Pulling away, he holds my face, forcing me to gaze into his magnetic blue eyes. Gunner Shaw has eyes that trap you. They create a world so enticing that you want to leap into their azure depths and drown in their beauty.
When I’m with Gunner, everything is possible, and nothing matters. He allows me to contemplate things I was petrified to want and push for things I thought were unreachable. Gunner Shaw breaks down all the walls and ceilings that have boxed me in my whole life, making me ponder if it’s possible for a bird with a broken wing to fly.
Gunner’s magnetism is so powerful that he appears like a supernatural force. The magnitude of him takes me over, causing lightheadedness. The freedom alone is enough that I’ll do anything to ensure it doesn’t evaporate. For a girl who’s lived her life in a glass bottle, Gunner is fresh air and green hills.
“You’re so beautiful. I find it hard to breathe around you.” He says the words so softly I almost don’t hear him. “I’ve seen some beautiful things in my lifetime, but then you walked into my bar and shifted the world on its axis.” He moves his lips closer to mine until I feel their feather-gentle touch.
My toes curl as his lips meet mine. This kiss isn’t the dominant touch I’m accustomed to from Gunner. This brush of his mouth is delicate yet profound, like the emotions he stirs in me—a perfect mix of carnal need and reverence.
He brushes the tip of his tongue against my lips, and I savor the taste of cold beer and peppermint gum. I part my lips, surrendering to him. Our tongues blend in perfect harmony, and I know without a doubt, one thousand percent for sure, that Gunner Shaw has stolen my heart.
Chapter 11
Gunner
My cock pulses, demanding to be unleashed, preferably in one of her holes. Every time Cash is near, I want her naked beneath me, writhing with lust.
But as my body covers hers and her soft, warm eyes stare up at me, my heart’s passionate desire outweighs my cock’s carnal need. “Stay with me tonight. I hate the idea of you all alone in that big-ass house.”