Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“I don’t have any intention of doing so,” I promise, looking between the two women. Eliza is snickering beside them, while Louisa bristles against my side. I lean in, pressing my lips to her ear. “It’s fine.”
She sets me with a look that says she doesn’t agree, but she doesn’t fight me on it, only rising to her toes to kiss me on my lips. “Told you they’re a lot.”
“Maybe I like a lot,” I murmur against her mouth.
Her lips curve into mine. “Well, you’ve got your hands full now.”
I cup her ass, squeezing her cheeks in my palms. “Just how I like it.”
CHAPTER 34
Ciaran
Louisa’s breath catches as she arches her center against mine. God, I just came, but fuck if I don’t want her again. It’s becoming a normal thing for me, a constant want and need for her. I flash her my most devastating grin and lean in close. Against her ear, I whisper, “You are very lucky your sisters are back, or I would take you right here.”
I feel her grin against my cheek. “I mean, we can blow them off, go upstairs.”
Oh, I like that idea. I wrap my arms around her, but before I can agree and whisk her away, Eliza tsks at her sister.
“Lou, why are all the books everywhere?”
Louisa blushes, leaving my arms. “I’ve been a wee bit distracted. I’m getting it done today.”
“I guess I should help,” Eliza sighs and then points to their younger sisters. “You two can help too.”
They both groan, and before Louisa can get too far, I grasp her wrist in my hand. I pull her to me, and she comes closer, a beautiful look on her face. I cup her jaw with my other hand before kissing her lips. She melts into the kiss just like I wanted, and while I would love to deepen it, stroke her tongue, taste her, I refrain since her sisters are here. I pull back, rubbing her chin. “What can I do?”
Her eyes are hooded and dark with lust. “You can go relax, read, while I get everything done here.”
“You sure? I can help.”
“Very sure. Go on. I’ll join you as soon as I can shake these crazy people.”
I kiss her once more, but then she’s called by Eliza. I watch as she walks away, still wearing my jersey, and my heart swells in my chest. Fuck, she looks good. I lick my lips and head toward my chair as Louisa’s and her sisters’ banter fills the shop. I sit down in my chair, and my phone rings. I pull it out to see it’s my mom.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hello, my love. How are you?”
“Good, thanks. You?”
“Well, thank you,” she says, but I can hear the uncertainty in her voice.
“You sound off.”
“I know,” she agrees, her voice strained. “Listen, I hate to bring this up, but Mikayla and her mom won’t let me be. Mikayla wants to speak to you and is asking to come to a game.”
My whole body goes rigid. What the hell. “Block them.”
“I did, and then they called Grandma. Then I blocked them again, and they showed up at the house.”
“What the fuck,” I mutter, shaking my head. “I don’t have time for her crap.”
“I know, my love, and I’m sorry. Do you want to talk to her?”
Fuck no, but I know she won’t leave my mom alone. Mom has entirely too much to deal with since my grandma is struggling with her health. I could get the cops involved, get a restraining order, but then that will definitely have her coming here, and I don’t need that. I don’t want anything to come between Louisa and me, and knowing my ex, she’ll do something rash and over the top.
Nope. I need to nip this in the bud.
“I’ll call her.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Ignore her, and if she comes to the house, call the cops.”
“I’m sorry, honey. I know you don’t want this right now.”
My gaze falls on Louisa as she climbs the ladder to put away some books. She’s stunning, and knowing what I know now, her escaping her past and building an incredible present, I refuse to allow anything or anyone, including me, to hurt her. Or mess up her future.
I will protect her.
I will care for her.
And I will worship her.
“It’s all good. But if she tries to come at you funky, let her know I mean every word I say to her.”
My mom pauses. “What are you going to say?”
I press my lips together, looking around to make sure no one is close enough to hear me. “That I’ve been over her and want nothing to do with her. I have moved on, and nothing can touch what I have right now.”
“You moved on?” she asks, and I can hear the excitement in her voice. “As in, you’ve met someone?”