Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Ian released her, looking her up and down, eyes twinkling. “You look great Ames,” he said softly.
She returned the favor, her gaze scanning him until her eyes rested on the scar I spotted today. She nodded her head towards it. “Just another one to add to the collection,” she remarked dryly with a weird expression.
Before I could think too much of this strange display, they both seemed to snap out of whatever it was and sat down, Ian back to where he was, Amy beside me. She took a pull of my beer and grabbed my fork, which was halfway to my mouth, eating my last piece of steak.
I glared at her. “That was my last piece you bitch.”
Amy said nothing, just smirked. Her face suddenly got serious. “So what happened with this phone call, Gwennie? How did it even happen in the first place?”
I told her about what Luke told us, leaving out the part about one of my friends possibly giving out my phone number because that was just bullshit.
Amy was fuming. “Right, I’m calling my father and he can talk to one of his buddies about sorting out the guards at that prison,” she snapped, betraying her upper class breeding.
“Can we not worry about it right now?” I pleaded, standing to take our plates and serve dessert.
“How about we talk about where you’ve been all day Abrams?” I shouted over my shoulder as I got the torte and some plates out. “Having some make-up sex with Brock maybe?” I gave her a wink, walking back to the table. Her face blanched, a panicked look on her face was quickly replaced with a glare.
“Who’s Brock?” Ian clipped, jaw hard.
I set the plates down with a smirk. “Oh, just some guy that won’t take Amy’s shit but is so totally under her skin.”
Amy scowled at me, quickly glancing at Ian, who was staring at her with a blank look on his face.
“He’s no one. No one special, and I certainly won’t be talking to him again. Subject closed,” she exclaimed grumpily before dumping a huge piece of torte on her plate.
I raised an eyebrow, she usually avoided refined sugars and carbs like the plague. She scowled at me yet again. “It’s my cheat day,” she declared defensively.
I held my hands up, serving myself a piece, choosing to ignore the weird atmosphere and instead enjoy the deliciousness of peanut butter and chocolate.
At that moment I heard the roar of a Harley and smiled. I hadn’t heard from Cade since he left, and I was glad he was ignoring my request not to sleep with me while Ian was here. I needed him tonight.
Hearing the Harley too, Ian gave me a look, just not as excited as mine.
Amy caught this and she pointed her fork at my brother dangerously. “Look here Mr Soldier, don’t you dare try any of your macho man bullshit and be a dick to Cade. He can handle it, I have no doubt about that, but we don’t need the drama. He cares about your sister and makes her happy, that’s all you need to know,” she said firmly, holding a stare with Ian until he nodded stiffly, grabbing his plate and getting up.
“Thanks for the amazing grub, sis, but I’m knackered.” He heaped more cake onto his plate before shrugging his shoulders at me.
“If I get hungry in the night.”
I let out a giggle as he kissed me on the cheek. He nodded at Amy and walked down the hall to the guest bedroom.
I quickly turned to Amy as I heard the front door open and close.
“What the hell was that?” I inquired.
Amy looked at me innocently. “What?”
I glared at her disbelievingly. “You know what. You and Ian, what the hell is going on? You guys were acting weird.”
“No we weren’t.”
“Yes you were.”
“Were not.”
I let out a frustrated groan, yanking her plate away.
“Hey what the fuck?” Amy asked angrily as I swiped the serving plate away and stood out of her reach.
“You don’t get any more until you tell me what’s going on,” I declared, holding both plates up in the air. I was vaguely aware of Cade’s eyes on me as he entered the room, grabbing a beer.
Amy scowled at me, then at Cade. “Your girlfriend is evil,” she stated, pushing past me and snatching a piece of cake before running upstairs.
“That will go straight to your ass,” I yelled to her back.
“Fuck you!” Was her reply.
I laughed, turning towards Cade who was leaning against the breakfast bar with a raised eyebrow. “Dare I even ask?”
I dumped the plates on the counter and began tidying up. “Nope, just girl stuff.” My mind was still stewing over the weirdness between the two people I loved.
Cade remained silent and stayed where he was, which was weird. He always had to have his hands on me.
“Where have you been today?” I inquired softly, not wanting to sound like a whiny bitch, but also needing him to tell me more about where he’d been disappearing off to.
“Club business,” he clipped, taking a chug of his beer.
I didn’t answer, waiting for him to elaborate or tell me what was going on. There was just silence, apart from the sound of me cleaning the dishes. The silence lasted awhile until I drained the sink and turned to look at my broody man. Our gazes locked and we just stood there for a moment staring at each other.
It never got old checking Cade out. He had a rough growth of stubble shadowing his face and along with his long black hair, he looked wild and sexy. His muscles nearly burst out of his black tee shirt he wore under his cut, his veins pulsing underneath his tattoos. I licked my lips, feeling a tingling between my legs as my gaze neared his eyes. His look was intense, hungry, roving over my body. I was only wearing my yoga pants and a racer back singlet, but the way he looked at me, you would have thought I was wearing my sexiest LBD. Without a word he stalked towards me and seized me, covering his mouth with mine. The kiss burnt out of control, Cade lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His mouth never left mine as he carried me up the stairs. Suddenly, I was thrown on my bed. Cade jerked my pants off and lifted me to get my underwear off at the same time.