Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
His brother might not be sleeping with the woman he loved, but he knew how to take care of her.
“I wasn’t trying to…” Dare began as Cooper walked toward the door that would lead them out.
It was awkward to be around the guy who ended up with the girl, but Zach had no regrets. Tash was happy. That was all that mattered. “It’s okay, man. We all have shitty childhoods. We probably shouldn’t turn it into a competition. How’s the wedding prep going?”
Dare seemed relieved to have something to talk about. It was probably weird to hang out with a dude who used to have a crush on your fiancée. Dare was a good guy. They followed Cooper as Dare talked about venues and how he mostly sat back and nodded and let Tash and her mom pick everything.
He was also a smart man.
“You can totally get Aidan killed,” Kala was saying as he walked into the hall. “Like go for it, buddy. But if you think I’ll let you hurt my cousin, you haven’t met me. Would you like to meet me, Tristan?”
So this was going well. He was here for the drama. He used to be the dude who would say he wanted peace and calm, but he was pretty addicted to the scenes they ran at The Hideout, and he wasn’t talking about all the public spankings.
Aidan frowned. The doctor was dressed for play and curled an arm around his fiancée’s waist. “So says the woman who punched her in the gut not three hours ago.”
The hall was crowded. The ladies had emerged from their locker room as well, and they seemed to be facing off with the guys. Well, except for Carys, who was huddling close to Aidan. Tristan Dean-Miles, however, was staring Kala Taggart’s way. She stood there with her sisters, Tasha and twin Kenzie.
And her cousin.
Damn, her cousin looked good. Devi. He was pretty sure it was short for Devon. Devon Taggart. He stared at her for a moment. She had natural red hair and the cutest smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. So much hair, and it was curly and wound down to brush the tops of perky breasts. She wore a pair of boy shorts that barely covered her and an emerald green corset that made her skin practically glow. She always wore such pretty fet wear. There were roses embroidered on the corset, like they bound her up in beauty.
How had he never really looked at her before?
Oh, yeah, because she was his teammate TJ’s sister, and TJ might smack him.
It might be worth it. Besides, TJ was totally wrapped up in his girlfriend, Louisa Ward, right now. He probably wouldn’t even notice.
He shouldn’t do this. It was a bad idea. He was a bad bet, and little Devi shouldn’t be in his line of fire.
And yet he wasn’t walking away.
“She’ll back off,” Tristan was saying. “Or she’ll meet me.”
Kala had been in the middle of the Tristan/Carys/Aidan drama. It was precisely how she’d gotten kicked in the cootch earlier today. Naturally Kala had taken it like a champ. It looked like Coop’s well-planned-out evening might be in jeopardy.
Cooper groaned. “She’s wound up enough as it is. Could we notch down the testosterone, please?”
“He’s talking to you, sis,” Kenzie said to her twin.
He rarely got them mixed up, despite the fact that they were perfectly identical. They worked hard to stay that way. When Kala got a scar, Kenzie made sure she had one, too.
It was a bit disturbing, but he understood. The twins were dedicated to the mission.
A low snarl came from Kala’s mouth. Despite that predatory sound, Zach knew they were dedicated to each other, too.
His brother got into Kala’s space, putting a hand on her back. “Come on. I’ve got a scene set up for you along with an imported pain slut. Julian sent this guy over because he claims no one can give him what he needs.”
“Sounds like a challenge.” Kala no longer looked like she wanted to murder someone. She leaned back into Cooper for a brief moment and then straightened up, obviously sinking into top space. “Are you watching or helping tonight, Master C?”
Cooper only had eyes for her. “Oh, I think you’ll need help with him, Mistress. Let’s go make sure the space is up to your standards.”
Kala turned to him, her gaze going as soft as it ever did. “I have no doubt.”
And then his brother was following her out onto the dungeon floor.
Damn, but he wanted that. Not the years’ worth of slow burn. He would way rather get it going. Mostly because he would probably die soon. It was the nature of his business. If his bosses didn’t kill him, then Huisman would, or any number of his mom’s associates.