Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
"I know," I say, frowning at him. "I just want to make sure everything is in order first."
"Yeah?" He quirks a brow at me. "And how'd that work out for you last time?"
"I…" Shit. He's got me there. "You think I should tell her now? What if things don't work out here?"
"Then you deal with it together, you idiot," Bastian sighs, shaking his head. "But Oliver is right. Last time you kept her in the dark, you ended up in Italy for three goddamn years. I actually need you here, so can we maybe not do that again, please?"
"I hate to break it to you, but it might be too late," Jax mutters, his eyes locked on something behind us. "Because I'm pretty sure she just heard plenty. She's standing behind you."
"Shit." I spin around to see her standing a few feet away, her face pale and her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. She does not look happy.
"Fuck," I mutter, taking a step toward her while my brother and cousins take a step away. Pussies. "Hey, Dimples."
"Don't," she whispers, throwing a hand up in front of her like she's trying to ward me off. "Don't hey me, Ridley. And don't even think about touching me."
I don't know how much she heard, but it clearly wasn't everything, not judging by the look on her face. That look breaks my goddamn heart.
"Dimples, let me explain."
"No, thanks. I heard plenty. God." A pained laugh rips from her lips. It fucking hurts to hear it, almost as much as it hurts to see the stricken look on her face, as if she's cracking apart right in front of me. Only, there's a whole lot of rage peeking through those cracks, too. She's mad as hell. If looks could kill…well, she and Lucy would be borrowing a boat to deliver my pieces to the sharks. "I actually believed you."
"Dimples."
"Stop calling me that! Stop acting like you care! Just…stop!" she cries before spinning on her heel and stomping away.
Stop acting like I care? What the fuck?
I growl a curse before storming after her.
She fights like hell when I hoist her up into my arms, hauling her over my shoulder the same damn way I did the day she tried to walk back to the vineyard in the scorching heat dressed in sky-high heels. But she isn't walking away from me again. To hell with that.
"Put me down right now, Ridley Goodson," she shrieks, her little fists pounding against my back. "I swear to God, I'm going to strangle you if you don't."
The guys in the field look up, their eyes locking on us.
I smack Paisley's ass to settle her down…which only enrages her further. Jesus. Why is she so fucking sexy when she's pissed? She's got her teeth in my skin, and all I want to do is tip her over and plow into her until she's too exhausted to move.
"You're an asshole," she shouts as I storm toward her cabin. It's closer than my place. With half the fucking vineyard watching us and my dick pressed up against my zipper, close is a necessity right now.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. You're leaving me again." Her teeth sink into my skin again, pulling a roar from my lips.
"I swear to Christ, Paisley, if you bite me again…"
"What?" she taunts. "You'll spank me again? So what?"
"No. I'll fuck you until you're so full of me, there's no way you don't end up pregnant with my kid."
"You're never touching me again."
Is that what she thinks?
"Bite me again and see what happens," I dare her.
I'm not really surprised when she bites the hell out of me. And I'm not surprised when my fucking cock throbs in response. Gabe and Haven are standing right outside the winery with a tour group, watching this shitshow unfold, but damned if that stops me from smacking her ass again.
She screeches my name, her fists flailing against my back again as I stomp up the steps, kicking open the door to her cabin. I kick it closed behind me, not bothering to make sure it actually latches.
In three steps, we're in the bedroom. In two more, she's on her back on the bed, and I'm on top of her.
"Let me go right now," she yells, trying to buck me off her.
"Hell no," I growl, ripping her shirt down the middle. "I warned you what was going to happen if you bit me again."
"I don't ever want you to touch me again!"
"Yeah? Is that why you're so upset at the thought of me leaving you, baby? Because you don't want me to touch you?" I rip her pants and panties down her legs, pissed off, turned on, and too far gone to stop now.
She has no response to that, so she rips my shirt instead.