Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
"Not just some grump." She rolls her eyes, her fingers dancing across my arm as if needing the comfort of my touch. "I'm living it up in the mountains with my grump."
Her statement has me cracking a genuine smile. As soon as she sees it, her sweet laughter fills the space between us, easing the tension that's been building since her announcement.
"Well, then." I lean closer, pretending to seek her guidance. "Should we clean up or something? Put on our Sunday best?"
"No." She shakes her head, laughter still lingering in her eyes. "They're just people, Caleb."
"Good." I pull her into my lap. "Because I'm not interested in meeting the country legends Bentley and Cami Reynolds. I'm interested in meeting Bentley and Cami Reynolds, parents to the woman I'm crazy about."
She melts into me, her hazel eyes bright with gratitude.
"When did you say they'd be here?"
"Later tonight. Why?"
"Because I have a plan."
"Oh, really?" She smirks, humor dancing in her eyes. "What is this plan of yours, Caleb Maverick?"
"First, we go out and say hello to your fans," I say, rubbing her back. "If you sign a few autographs and take a few pictures, maybe they'll go away. By the time the paparazzi descend, we'll already be all over the internet, so their photos won't be worth much."
"You're saying you want to willingly let everyone out there plaster us all over the internet?" she questions, eyeing me sideways.
"It's going to happen one way or another, Sunshine. Wouldn't you rather do it on our terms?"
The look in her eyes says she's considering it. She bites down on her full, pink lip, deep in thought. A strand of her long, brunette hair slips out from behind her ear, hanging down over her face. It takes all my self-control not to reach out and tuck it back, the sight igniting a powerful desire to wrap my fist around the unruly strands and consume her.
Her lips curl into a smile then—bright and infectious, as if she's the sun itself—and it all but obliterates my resolve. "Alright," she says, her sweet voice laced with mischief. "Let's give them what they want."
My heart hammers in my chest at her words—her willingness to trust me sending a thrill coursing through my veins. But before I can say something else, something predictably filthy, she tips her head to the side.
"But I have one condition."
I raise an eyebrow at her, folding my arms across my chest. "And what would that be, Sutton Reynolds?" I ask like I wouldn't give her any damn thing she wanted.
Once again, she bites that damned lip—a sight that does things to me it really shouldn't—before grinning up at me. "As soon as we're done…I want you naked and on your back."
My breath hitches at the audacity of her demand, yet the idea is enticing—more than enticing. A smirk tugs at my lips as I lean in close to her ear. "Well, then," I growl, "we better get this over with quick."
Watching Sutton with her fans is something special. She holds nothing in reserve as she moves from group to group, chatting for a few minutes with everyone. She listens attentively and poses for photos, giving out hugs as if everyone she meets is long lost family.
Despite having her privacy invaded, she doesn't treat people coldly. She isn't angry about it. She's warm and loving. I fall deeper for her as I watch her. Christ, she's incredible.
She makes sure that I'm included. When I try to hang back, not sure how she wants to go about introducing me, she slips her hand into mine, pulling me into the throng. I've known most of these people for years, but she introduces me to everyone as if I'm meeting them for the first time.
I fucking love every single time she calls me her man.
It takes us two hours to make it through the throng. By the end, I'm hanging on by a thread. My dick is so fucking hard it hurts. I need her with a desperation that borders on obsession.
We barely make it over the threshold into the house before I have her in my arms, storming toward the bedroom with her.
Her bright peals of laughter ring out around us, stealing another goddamn piece of my heart.
I set her on her feet at the end of the bed, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss. She falls back on the bed, pulling me down on top of her. The springs of the mattress squeak in protest, but we're too lost in each other to care. Her lips are hot and hungry as she kisses me back with just as much fervor. I grind my hips against hers, already aching for release.
Her hands tug at my shirt, desperate to feel me, skin on skin. I help her, yanking it over my head and tossing it aside. My mouth finds hers again as my fingers trace the delicate lace on her bra. She's far too sexy in it. I fumble with the clasp for a moment before managing to undo it, freeing those perfect tits from their confines.