Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I don’t want your life on my conscience.” Scarlett winks. She places her hand in mine. “Show me what you’ve got, Popeye.” Grasping her hand, I lead her to the dance floor, spinning her around and into my arms. “Oh, I see how it is. You got moves.” She shimmies her hips against mine.
“Just putting all the arm porn to good use,” I banter back.
Scarlett nods. “Very good point. I mean, if you got it, flaunt it, right?”
I chuckle and lower my head so my lips are next to her ear. “You’re a firecracker.”
She smiles up at me. Her green eyes are sparkling. “Less talking, more dancing. I need to see what these babies can do.” She squeezes my biceps before sliding her arms around my neck.
“Yes, ma’am.” I pull her close as we sway to the beat. My gaze skims the room as I watch my brothers with their wives, my parents, our nieces, and nephews. The Kincaid brood really is growing.
One song bleeds into another, and Scarlett and I continue to sway back and forth. Her hands are now in my hair, and my hands are resting on the small of her back, holding her close. When the beat changes and the steady strum of bass flows from the speakers, I look down to see Scarlett smirking at me.
“Did you eat your spinach today?” she asks.
“Nope.”
“Damn, I hope you can keep up.” She slides one long slender leg between my own and straddles my knee before she starts to bump and grind.
My cock instantly hardens. I don’t think about my family that I’m sure is watching our every move. I don’t think about how I just met this girl, and she’s lit my entire body on fire. I let everything but Scarlett fall away.
I grip her hips as I help guide her. Her mouth falls open as desire pools in those emerald-green eyes.
I want her.
The look in her gaze tells me that she wants me too. I mentally calculate how much longer until we can slip away unnoticed. Sterling has his wife pressed tightly to his chest as they stand in the center of the dance floor, lips locked. Everyone around them is moving and gyrating to the beat, but those two, the newly married couple, are lost in their own little world. I’ve never felt love like that, but as I stare down at the sexy firecracker that’s grinding her pussy on my thigh, I get the appeal.
I get bored easily. However, something tells me that there will never be a boring moment in the presence of the beautiful Scarlett.
CHAPTER
TWO
Scarlett
I don’t know what they’re feeding these men here in Willow River, but damn! It should be illegal for one family to have all the good genes. Nine brothers, all fine as hell. Although, if I’m being honest, the sexiest Kincaid brother is mine. Well, not mine, but you know what I mean. For this moment, while we’re out here on the dance floor, and I’m grinding myself on his thigh, I’m considering him mine.
I have a feeling that my time here in Willow River is going to be something that I’ll always remember. I mean, arm porn for days. I saw him as soon as I arrived, but I avoided him. Well, kind of avoided him. I told myself I was just focused on my job. I knew the hottie Popeye arms would distract me.
Arm. Porn.
It deserves repeating.
His big, strong hand slides up my back and cups the back of my neck while the other remains splayed on the small of my back, holding me close. So close, in fact, I’m not exactly sure where he ends and I begin.
I don’t hate it.
“So sexy,” he rumbles in his deep, whispered voice.
This man thinks I’m sexy? Has he looked in the mirror? I mean, yeah, I know that I’m pretty. So many men seem to have a redhead fantasy, but this man, Archer Kincaid, he’s on another level.
He’s well over my five foot six inches. I’d say he’s at least six two or three. His dark hair is shorter on the sides and longer on the top. Not something I would have considered sexy, but this beast of a man pulls it off flawlessly. He’s wearing a long-sleeve button-up, and it’s stretched over his biceps. I don’t need to see him naked to have an idea of what he's hiding underneath.
And his legs. Strong. Thick. Powerful. Trust me on this one. I’m currently grinding up on him like a cat in heat, and I couldn’t give a single fuck what anyone thinks. I should. My new boss is here—she’s his family—but I’m so lost in this man that consequences be damned. I’m in the moment.
My mom always told me I had a wild spirit. I hear her voice constantly saying those words—she’s here with me now—but it’s not enough to stop me. Not when I am the center of Archer’s attention.