Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
…Where we were, and maybe even more.
“Taylor,” he growls.
“Hey! Pal! Turn off the fucking meter and get the fuck out!” He laughs. “Unless you want a date with my hot niece here. But I’m getting a cut if you do!”
I cringe, and West snarls under his breath. His eyes narrow at Matt’s back, then they swivel back to me.
“You should probably go,” I whisper, hating each word.
He nods. “Nice to meet you, Taylor.”
“Nice to meet you too, West,” I whisper.
His jaw clenches, and he turns. He grabs his tools and tosses his shirt over a bare, muscled, tanned shoulder. He looks at me once more, and then he’s gone out the door.
“What a tool,” Matt grunts as he steps into the kitchen again. “What’s with the no shirt? He think I’m some sort of fag who’s going to tuck twenties into his ass?”
I frown. “Uncle Matt, it’s like two hundred degrees in here.”
He grunts. “Whatever.” He turns to me, and I hate the way he grins at me.
“Listen, you got plans tonight?”
“Um—”
“I got some buddies playing a poker game tonight, and I bet if you wanted to come by…” Matt grins disgustingly, his eyes sweeping over me. “Well, I bet you’d be a real hit with the fellas,” he purrs.
I want to throw up.
“Oh, I-I think I’ve got something going on.”
Matt rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Well, text me if you want to come over and have some fun with the guys.”
“Yeah, sounds good,” I mumble, mentally sticking a finger down my throat.
“And don’t forget to lock the place, yeah?”
Matt scowls at me before he steps back outside and slams the door shut. I let out the stream of air I’ve been holding inside through pursed lips. I sink against the counter—the very counter where West just made my entire body and soul ache and whimper for more.
I bite my lip, shivering as my core tightens. I squeeze my thighs together, and I gasp a little at the throb of heat between them.
West Farrow just blew into my life hotter than the heatwave outside. He just melted me more than any hundred-degree kitchen has all week.
…And I want more. I want a lot more.
Chapter Four
West
My pulse races. My hands close to fists over and over again, and my cock is fucking harder than it’s been possibly ever. I can taste the salty sweetness of sugar and sweat from her lips—this intoxicating mix that has the beast inside of me roaring for more. I want to turn back and go kick that fucking back door in. I want to knock out that disgusting prick of an uncle of hers and go right back to where we left off.
And I don’t want to stop this time until she’s coming all over my fucking cock.
I close my eyes and sink my forehead against the side of the truck cab. But suddenly I hear footsteps behind me, and I whirl at the sound of a familiar voice.
“Hey, pal.”
I groan. It’s Matt, Taylor’s creepy fucking uncle.
“Mr. Conway,” I growl, turning towards him and leaning against the truck.
“Kinda looked like you mighta had your hand in the cookie jar back there, buddy.”
I tense, my jaw grinding. “Excuse me?”
Matt grins and starts to laugh. “Nah, I’m just fucking with you, man. But seriously, how about Taylor?”
I frown deeper. “What about her?”
He grins. “Pretty girl, huh?”
Fucking gross. This is his fucking niece he’s talking about.
“I’ll be back tomorrow to finish up, Mr. Conway,” I grunt, ignoring what he just said about her.
“Yeah, yeah but hang on. I’m talking about Taylor.”
“And I don’t think you should be,” I growl.
He laughs. “Naaah, don’t worry. She’s just my adoptive niece. Or, something.” He shrugs. “Her mom is my adoptive sister. We ain’t related or anything.”
I resist the urge to tell him he’s still a fucking creep, but only because I know Gramps needs this gig.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Con—”
“How much?”
I freeze, my hand curling into a fist.
“Excuse me?” I hiss, half turning back to him.
“Not for… you know, I can’t promise that,” he chuckles. “But I mean, what’d it be worth to you for me to...”
He winks.
“You know, to set something up. Throw in a little extra and I’ll throw in some drinks to get her all loosened up for—”
I roar, and Matt almost screams when I grab him by the throat, whirl, and slam him up against my truck. My other hand pulls back, and I snarl, about to send my fist through his fucking disgusting face.
“Whoa! Whoa!” he sputters. “Chill the fuck out, man!”
“You watch your fucking mouth,” I hiss through snarling teeth.
He stares at me, aghast. “You-you work for me!” He sputters. “You little fucking prick! You work for me, understand?!”
“No,” I snarl, baring my teeth at him. “No, I work for—”
“You work for your Gramps,” Matt sneers. “Oh I know.” He smirks at me. “You know the people I know in this town? I could fucking sink that little shithole business of his, you know. Some bad review from me and my pals?” Matt snorts. “Game over, douchebag.”