Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I’d only gotten the thing to go down moments ago. I’d been hard all the way through the rehearsal wishing it was the real thing and not some bullshit practice run. My brother's gaze lands on me.
“You made it.” I wasn’t sure if he’d be able to with how quickly the wedding had been put together.
“Had to come see this for myself. I wanted to meet the woman who snagged your attention long enough to get you out of that office.” Kennedy blushes. “I can see why.” He winks at me. I glare right back, which only makes him smile more. He’s fucking with me.
“Did you already introduce yourselves?” I ask Kennedy, holding her a little tighter to me.
“Yes, your brother is rather charming.” I look down at her. “What? It’s not my fault you’re not charming.” She giggles in my arms. “You’re pushy with a side of sweet.” She turns in my arms, running her hands up my chest until they lock around my neck. “Which is perfect because that’s my type.”
I give the top of her ass a light smack. “I’d hate to have to kill my own brother.” My brother puts his hands up in mock surrender.
“I don’t poach,” he says with a laugh. “Though I’ve never seen you with anyone before so I’ve never even had the chance to consider poaching.”
“I keep my life private.” Kennedy shifts to my side, wrapping an arm around my back while resting her head against me. “Are you tired?” I ask her. She shakes her head no.
“Are you a ladies man, Luke?” Kinley asks him, staring up at him curiously.
“Why don’t you come have a drink with me and find out for yourself?”
I watch as something passes between the two of them.
“Luke,” I say in a warning tone, but he waves me off. Letting me know he’ll be on his best behavior.
“I guess I have time for one drink.” Kinley says, surprising all of us as she walks past my brother toward the bar.
“Is that going to be a problem?” Kennedy looks up at me, her eyes filled with concern.
“I’m not sure, to be honest.” Luke does have a way with women, but really he has a way with everyone. He’s charming, and it’s gotten him far in life. He’s always said you get more flies with honey. He has his way of doing things, and so do I.
“You don’t know?” She gives me a worried laugh.
“Here I am. For all I know going from the Kane family history they could be married in a month.”
“Oh, another notch in his bedpost?”
“We’re not the kiss and tell type. I have no idea how many notches he has in his bedpost. But Luke is charming with everyone.” For all I actually know, he fucks all the women he meets or none of them. It wouldn’t shock me either way.
“How many notches are in your bedpost?” She tries to make her question light, but I can hear the hesitation in her tone.
“Not as many as one would think. I’m supposed to be some playboy, right?” She gives a small shrug, but her eyes don’t meet mine. “I’m a faithful man, love. I promise you that.” She cuts me off.
“So a lot. That’s all you had to say. That’s the past. I get it. I shouldn’t have asked.” She starts to step back, but I don’t let my hold on her go.
“I wasn’t done.” Her lips purse. “I’m a faithful man, and as you can see, I’ve been married to my job.” Her eyes widen for a moment. I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t a playboy either. “You might find this hard to believe—hell, I did until recently. Mom always said I was a passionate man. I’m either all in or out in most everything I do. She’s right. I’ve never had a spark before you with anyone else. I had never had the urge to be all in with anyone else. That’s made for a very empty bed.” She bites her lips, but I can tell she wants to ask something else. “Ask.”
“You already read me too well. I’m never going to be able to get anything past you.” She settles back into me, not trying to get away now.
“It’s because I pay attention to every breath you take.”
“I think your mom might be right.”
“She usually is, but don’t tell her I said that. Now out with the question.”
“When was the last time you let a woman stay over?” I start to answer but she cuts me off. “Not me.” I smirk. She’s starting to read me well too.
“Never then. I don’t share my bed.” I know she likes my answer when her fingers dig more into me.
“Okay. Last time you slept with someone.” I think back. I can’t find a name.
“College?” I think that had to have been it. She pulls me down to her suddenly, her mouth taking mine in a heated kiss. I devour her, loving the fact that she made the move on me. I will never get tired of this. Of having her in my arms.