Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Roman slaps his shoulder. “She’s his… you know.”
The realization hits them all and the three of them sink down into their chairs with groans. They know it’s over. They know I’ll tell her anything she wants to know. She’s my mate and I trust her completely even if I know nothing about her. Yet.
“Come with me,” I say as I grab her hand and lead her to an empty table in the back corner.
Adrenaline is surging through my veins at being so close to her. Finally, after all these years I’ve found her. I’m thirty years old and my life is just starting now.
How many nights have I laid awake thinking, dreaming, fantasizing about this moment? How many times have I stroked myself to completion as I pictured my mate’s sweet body? It’s surreal that I can just turn around and look at it whenever I want.
This is the best moment of my life.
I pull out a chair and my eyes are locked on her as she sits down. Her thighs look so damn tempting in those blue jeans. Her tits are looking delectable in that flannel top. If this bar was empty, I’d be ripping it all off her and having my way with her on the table.
But instead, I sit down with my hands trembling, watching her pink lips as her tongue darts out and wets them.
“I don’t think your brothers like me,” she says with a nervous laugh. “I spilled beer all over the mean-looking one.”
“They’ll learn to love you,” I tell her as my bear watches her in awe. “Just like I do.”
“Ookaay,” she says, looking at me funny. “Can I ask you some questions?”
“You can ask me anything.”
My gaze is laser-focused on her as she shifts in her chair. I’m coming on too strong. Too intense.
I lean back, trying to be cool, but it’s almost impossible. My obsession with her is taking over, making me feel almost possessed with need.
I need her so badly. Why can’t she see that she feels the same way?
I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a second. I just have to go slow. Take it easy. Ignore the intense impulses to grab the back of her neck and crush my lips against hers.
“I can ask you anything?” she says as she stares at me in shock. “And you’ll answer truthfully?”
I glance over at Roman, Easton, and Jacob. All three of them are staring at me in horror. I shift my chair so that I don’t have to see their twisted up faces. I only want to focus on my girl.
“I’ll make you a deal,” I tell her. “You ask me anything for five minutes and then I get to ask you anything for five minutes. Deal?”
Her cheeks start to blush as she smiles shyly. “What could you possibly want to know about me?”
I grin, not wanting to tell her just yet. She’ll find out all the dirty things I want to know…
“Do we have a deal or not?”
“Okay,” she says with a nod. “Deal.”
She pulls out her phone and sets the timer for five minutes. This is going to be fun. She has no idea what’s coming her way.
But I guess, neither did I, because her questions come fast and furious and she’s asking things she shouldn’t be asking.
Dangerous things.
Things that should be kept in the past, buried where they belong.
She sits up straight in her chair and stares me down with her piercing green eyes. “Who is Dylan Burton and what is Operation Storming?”
Chapter Three
Mary
“Are you sure that’s the question you want to start with?” Cameron asks in a deep sexy voice that sends shivers racing down the back of my neck.
He’s so unbelievably hot.
I kind of feel like I recognize him, although I know I’ve never seen him before in my life. I’m sure of that. I’d definitely remember.
This man is a giant with big broad shoulders and a thick neck. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with a tractor logo on it that looks all warped as his huge pecs stretch it out. The sleeves are tight around his big biceps and his forearms are thicker than my calves. Tattoos run from his wrist all the way up under his sleeves and I find myself wondering where exactly they stop.
Cameron has got a long beard and long hair, which is a style I didn’t realize I was into until now.
What’s really got my heart pumping and my breath quickening is the passionate way he’s staring at me. He won’t take those dark brown eyes off me.
I think he’s kind of… no, it can’t be… got a crush on me?
But what else can explain the need in his eyes? The desire? The way he’s looking at me like I’m the air he needs to breathe?
It’s weird this feeling I have. It’s like I’m being pulled to him in some strange way.