Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Connie’s head was tilted back as she looked up at the spray of water. The outline of her tits, ass, and hip were visible, and the sight of her alone was enough to make him hard. The scent of her filled the room, and he wanted to drown in every single part of what made up Connie.
The water turned off and she opened the door, still not seeing him as she reached for a towel. The moment she saw him, she gasped, grabbing a towel to try to cover herself.
Gage couldn’t help but look his fill. She was so beautiful. He quickly spun away to give her privacy. All the while, he wanted to spread her open, stare at her for hours, have his way with her.
He didn’t do it.
Counting to ten in his head, he tried to gain control of his needs. Coming inside his jeans the other night had shown how close he was to losing it. Connie made him want so badly.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked.
“Are you jealous of Lana?”
She didn’t say a word, and he turned to give her his full attention.
The towel covered her body, and it was such a shame.
He wanted her naked. To close the distance between them and yank it open, to ban her from putting on any clothes, just so he could see her completely naked all day, every single day.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I don’t have time for these games, Connie. Tell me.”
“Stop calling me Connie. Don’t you remember my name?” she asked.
He glared at her.
This time, he did close the distance. She hadn’t stepped out of the shower, but he came close, pressing his hands on either side of her head, keeping her locked in place.
“I remember your name, but seeing as no one else calls you this, I shorten your name. You’re mine, Connie.”
“Then what are you to me?” she asked. She tilted her head back, looking so cute and sexy, defiant. “Am I some fun? A pity case? Something for you to fix?”
“You’re going to be my mate, Connie.”
She glared at him. “If I’m going to be your mate, then why are you accepting cookies from other women? Would you like it if someone started to give me cookies or pastries?”
He growled and slammed his body against hers. “No!”
“Then don’t accept hers either. It’s an insult to me. You know that.”
“I’ve always been given food.”
“And you’ve always been single. No one to offend. Food being given to you as a thank you doesn’t count. But food from a woman who has wanted you for a long time does.”
He wanted to kiss those jealous lips. To let her know she had nothing to fear. He had no interest in other women, but he rather liked her jealous. Gage knew it made him a bastard, but he didn’t care.
“I need to get dressed,” she said.
“I will make us something to eat.” He didn’t kiss her, even though he wanted to. He got to the bathroom door and turned. “I think it’s time we had a proper conversation and put all of our cards out on the table.”
He left her room knowing exactly what he was going to do.
Chapter Seven
Gage wanted to talk.
Why did he want to talk?
She got it. They were in this confusing relationship that she wasn’t entirely sure about herself. Her heart raced.
He’d seen her completely naked.
Even though he’d touched her pussy and made her come with his mouth, this felt entirely more intimate. He’d been in her bedroom, the bathroom, so close she had felt the heat of him.
She went to her room, drying off as she did. Her pajamas lay on her bed. She had every intention of moping, thinking about all the things that made Gage unappealing.
When she had watched Gage take the cookies, she’d been so heartbroken. She knew he’d been given food in the past, lots of food, but this was different. Lana was different. This was a woman she knew, one who would love to be his mate. She was sure of it.
Even some of the mated women would leave their men for Gage. Not only was he a good-looking man, but he was also the alpha.
She’d heard rumors of alphas in other packs who demanded mated females to adorn his bed, to be at his beck and call. Obviously, they were just rumors because if any pack alpha did that, they wouldn’t be around for long, surely.
Licking her dry lips, she slipped on a pair of sweats, a large shirt that was much too big for her, and a pair of slippers. Her hair was nearly dry as she’d rubbed it vigorously with a towel. She was put together.
Fine.
She could handle talking with Gage. These feelings about him accepting cookies from other women, oddly enough, she couldn’t handle. The jealousy was too much, and it made no sense to her, because … well, because he’d been given food by plenty of women all the time. This was no different.