Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
She throws her head back with a gasp, and I allow my lips to travel down the slim column of her throat, licking and nipping, letting her needy groans direct me. I’m hard as steel and there’s only one thing that will satisfy this deep, painful ache. She rolls her hips, grinding against my rigid length, and my knees go weak. That’s the power she has over me.
When I lift my head and look down into her lust-filled eyes, I know without asking where this is heading. Where it’s been heading all along.
Which is precisely the moment the elevator pings, signaling the arrival of a guest.
11
NATALIE
Any other time, I would be delighted to see Teagan. I told her she was always welcome here, day and night, and I meant it when I said it. But right now, my vagina is very mad at her for interrupting my make-out session with Dallas. Ugh, that man can kiss up a storm. So sensual and the connection… I didn’t know where my body ended and his began.
“Mason was just worried about you. Whatever he told you earlier, he probably didn’t mean it,” Teagan explains, trying her best to mend the relationship I broke.
“You don’t have to worry about my brother and me. We’ve had our fair share of fights in our lives, and we’ve always worked it out.” I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince her or myself. Yes, we have been through a lot together, but nothing like this. I’m honestly not sure if it will ever be like it was before.
She sighs. “I knew everything would work out. And I knew there had to be an explanation for you leaving. Anyway, I’m glad you are back. I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” I’m surprised by the honesty in those words. I rarely get attached to people unless they’ve been in my life for many years. Teagan is different. There is such a light about her that draws you in and won’t let you go. “I’m glad Mason has you.”
“Oh, I know,” Teagan quips. “If it wasn’t for me, he’d shrivel up and die.” We both have a good laugh, knowing that it’s funny because it’s true. “Well, I’ll leave you alone to get some rest.”
I don’t actually want to rest, but I do want to be alone with Dallas, so I simply agree with her. We say our goodbyes, and Teagan leaves, taking the elevator back up to their apartment.
I hoped once we were alone that we could continue where we left off, but the moment has passed, and the mood between us has changed. The sizzling heat has died down and left us with an awkward silence.
“Want to go to the range and blow off some steam?” Dallas asks.
“That actually sounds like an amazing idea. Aren’t you glad I already put makeup on? Now you don’t have to wait on me.” I wave my hand from my head to my feet. “See? I’m ready to go.”
“I would have no issue taking you to the gun range in your pajamas,” Dallas scoffs. “You are the only one who thinks you need all of this.” Now it’s his turn to wave his hand at me, pointing out my tailored slacks, pressed blouse, and dark leather booties.
I recall our talk in the cabin, and what he told me about feeling good about yourself. “I’m not saying you are wrong, but I can’t change in a drop of a hat. Makeup and clothes feel like a security blanket to me.” I don’t think I’ve ever admitted that, even to myself. Dallas has a way of drawing things out of me.
We make our way to the elevator, and I type in the code that takes us straight to the gun range. The elevator door opens with a bing, and I’m met by the familiar smell of gunpowder and the sound of rounds being fired. Music to my ears.
I glance over at Dallas. His shoulders are relaxed, his face content. He looks just as happy in this environment as I feel. It’s funny what kind of stuff calms us compared to normal people.
“Welcome back, Ms. Grant,” Pete, the range master, greets before turning to Dallas. “Mr. Adler, long time, no see.”
“Hey, Pete. We want to blow off some steam, so get us big guns and lots of ammo.”
“Big guns, and a shitload of ammo coming right up.”
I give Pete a megawatt smile, excited about being here and having some fun. That smile fades when Ginger—Pete’s assistant—speed walks over to us. She is known to flirt with anything with a set of balls and seeing the way she is ogling Dallas on her way over here lets me know today is no different.
“Well, hello there,” she says seductively, never tearing her gaze away from Dallas. “I haven’t seen you here in forever.” She draws out the last word like a teenager, batting her eyes at Dallas like she is trying to blow out a fire with her lashes.