Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
No more feeling unworthy or inconsequential.
No more waiting around for dreams to come true.
Because he’s right here supporting me and pushing me harder.
Ford Whitman has never hidden his intentions.
He’s all in.
The little piece of me that was holding on to self-preservation shatters.
I am his, and he is mine.
This isn’t about a lifestyle. It’s about a lifetime—together.
“You finally fucking get it.”
“Yes,” I rasp, tears clouding my vision.
Everyone around us vanishes. It’s just us, in this monumental moment.
His lip curls to one side, giving me that lopsided grin that brings me back to that first time he threw it my way.
I knew then I could love this man.
As if he senses my impending revolutionary breakdown, he bends and nips my earlobe. “Tonight, when my mouth is on your sweet pussy, I want to hear that again.”
The emotions dry up and a red-hot fire blazes in my veins. “Only if I can return the favor.”
A low rumble vibrates against my chest. His hips rock, the thick bulge pressing to my back.
“You want to suck my dick while I devour you, just say the word.”
“Honey, you better figure out a way to get these people out of your house before I combust.”
He smiles against my neck. “You got it.”
“Twenty dollars in your tip jar if she does that again.”
“You heard the man.” Jewls places the container of cherries in front of me with an expectant look. “Suck, swallow, and twist.”
“You make it sound filthy.” I suck the cherry off the stem and chew.
“It’s my last night. This is the babies’ fund.”
“You better hurry. Ace messaged that they’re on their way.” Harley taps her watch.
I swallow and pop the stem in my mouth, working my tongue until it’s in a knot. The crowd of men across the bar cheers when I wave the proof in the air.
“Pay up.”
The young man slaps a twenty in Jewls’ hand, winking at me.
“How about…” His words die as his eyes widen.
“You finish that thought, you’ll be drinking out of a straw for months.” Ford’s sharp bark sends a chill over my skin.
I spin and, instantly, my blood runs cold. The four men are shoulder to shoulder, glowering across the bar with murder in their expressions. In a flash, I’m over Ford’s shoulder and he’s on the move.
“Looks like the fun’s over. Who wants a drink?” Jewls announces.
“Put me down.” I beat on his back.
He doesn’t set me upright until we’re in Tom’s office and the door slams. “You want to tell me why a dozen men are out there right now thinking of how to get you in their bed?”
My jaw drops and words fail me.
“Yeah, baby, those lips sucking that cherry, twirling your tongue, looking like a fucking vixen.”
“You’re overacting!”
“Worst part is I work with half of them, and tonight, they’re going to be jacking their junk while imagining you sucking their dick.”
“That’s gross.”
“It’s the goddamn truth,” he seethes. “A man watches you tying a knot like that with your tongue, he’s automatically thinking of how you give head.”
“Ford, you’re acting like a lunatic. It started with Shayla—”
“I know how it fucking started. Tom met us in the parking lot, warning me specifically not to start a fight in his bar.”
“Why would you fight? It was nothing.”
He drops his head, scrubbing the back of his neck and blowing out a long breath. “You still have no fucking clue.”
I take a step forward and cover his hand.
He raises his angry eyes to mine and I think fast.
“I can see how it may have looked provocative to some, but it was a game. I was sitting in the reserved section waiting for you. It was all harmless fun.”
“Not harmless when I have to go out there and look those men in the eye, knowing what they’re thinking.”
“You made your point loud and clear, Ford.”
He holds my stare, his gaze clearing.
“Pretty sure everyone in this bar knows I’m taken.”
“Don’t want them picturing you on your knees.”
I shudder dramatically. “Still gross.”
His lips twitch, and finally, he grins. “Not sure you thought it was gross the other night, baby. Sucked me so deep and hard, thought I was going to blow down your throat on the second stroke.”
“Can we not do a play-by-play?”
“Only way for me to tame this rage is to picture you between my knees.”
My face heats and he lifts my chin, running his thumb across my lips. “Sexy, sweet, wild, off the chains gorgeous, and gives phenomenal head.”
“Ford.” I try to dip away, embarrassment flaming.
“No, baby, look at me and hear what I’m saying. I love that you give me everything that is you. But can you reel that shit in so I’m not fighting off every man in the room?”
“You’re overreacting,” I repeat.
“Wouldn’t change anything about you, Rowan.” His mouth brushes over mine. “Except maybe the fact that you are oblivious to all the attention you bring from merely being in the same room.”