Fearless For Love (Lovelly #3) (36 page)

CAT WHISPERS SOMETHING in Jess’s ear that makes her giggle. When she notices me walking toward her, her eyes brighten further, though her smile fades a little.

She playfully shoves her friend away and takes a step toward me. “How can I help you?”

My voice feels rough when I say, “Shot of whiskey. Neat, please.”

She swallows and nods, before reaching for the whiskey bottle behind her and pouring me one. I down it in one gulp and slap the glass on the table. She presses her mouth together into a thin line. She folds her arms and leans forward, giving me one hell of a shot down her low-cut shirt. “Anything else I can do you for?”

My throat goes bone dry and I lick my lips, my gaze taking in every beautiful curve of her soft chest. I nod. “I’ve always wondered what the storage closet in the back looked like.”

She giggles, leaning even further forward. I don’t know if she realizes what she’s doing to me. If she does, she’s playing one hell of a game. And one hundred percent winning.

“You have, huh?”

“I have.” I nod. “Mind giving me a tour?”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind at all.” Cat steps in, nudging Jess’s shoulder.

Her cheeks warm with a brilliant shade of red, and I wonder if she’ll follow through with my request. But then she nods, discreetly, and with a wink, walks across the bar headed to the back. I grin, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning. Holy shit, is this really happening?

“Lucky bastard.” Fisher slaps my back as I walk past him.

I knock on the supply room door; she pulls it open and jerks me inside. She shuts the door behind me and jumps into my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist. I moan the moment our mouths touch, my hands racing up and down her sides.

I walk us further into the closet, until her back slams into the wall.

She grunts.

I pull away from the kiss long enough to ask, “You okay?”

She nods, her nails scraping the back of my neck.

“Naughty, aren’t we?”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“And bossy.” I grin, pecking her mouth, then moving on to explore her long neck. “I like it. A lot.” I pull the soft skin of her throat into my mouth and suck on it.

She moans, rocking her hips against mine.

“Do you know what those small noises do to me?” She doesn’t say anything. I pin her to the wall, using my knee to support her, and drag my hands up from under her knees toward her hips. “And these . . .” I say, squeezing her there, putting just enough pressure. “I’m going to kiss every square inch of you, sweetheart, and you’re going to love it.”

Her head falls back against the wall and she makes a throaty noise in agreement. But I need more. So I stop kissing her. “Do you understand?”

She opens her eyes and looks at me, her lips parted like she’s coming up for air. Her grin is wicked. “Who’s Mr. bossy-pants now?”

I grunt and press my body into hers, letting my hands get under her shirt, wandering up to her chest. We’ve been fooling around more and more these past few days, each kiss getting hotter and more daring than the one before.

“All of this. I’m going to kiss of all this, sweetheart, and you’re going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.” I stop my hand just under the curve of her breast.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Now be a good little boy and stop talking.”

I oblige as I resume kissing her senseless, squeezing and touching her anywhere my greedy little hands get to, all while my stomach is turning into tight knots and my body aches from the pressure.

Just when I think I can’t hold it back any longer, the most unbelievable thing happens—I feel Jess’s hand rubbing against my hard-on, caressing me through the fabric of my jeans. I stop kissing her and my head falls back as I groan. But it all ends too soon.

The storage room doorknob jiggles and the door swings open.

Thank god I had the sense to make out with her behind the door’s swing. If not, we’d have been caught red-handed. Whoever the person is takes a million years to get their shit together and leave.

Before the door closes again, a male voice—John—says, “Next time, use the broom closet next door, if you don’t want to get caught. That’s where I take Tracy.”

After the door closes, we both wait, frozen, staring intently into each other’s eyes, trying to hear if John’s really gone. A little snort escapes Jess’s lips. And soon, she’s full-on giggling, her head thrown back. I’m mesmerized as I watch her.

“That was close,” she says, relaxing her hold around me as she slides down to the ground.

I scoff. “That’s nowhere near close, sweetheart. We totally got caught red-handed.”

“Oh my god.” She laughs, her face turning a bright shade of red. “How can I ever go out there knowing he knows I’ve been getting frisky?”

“You do realize he just admitted to getting it on with
his
girl in the room next door, right?”

She swats at me. “It’s not the same. I’ve never caught him in the act, like he did with us.”

“If he gives you crap—”

“Yeah, yeah. Tell you about it and you’ll shut him up.” She rolls her eyes in an exaggerated motion.

“You catch on quick.”

She sticks her tongue out, and I have the urge to follow it back into her mouth.

“I think you should thank him.”

“And why would I thank the little cockblocker?”

She places her hand over my chest and walks two fingers downward. “Because I’ve never been
more
excited in my life.” She winks. “If you know what I mean.”

I groan, leaning down to press my nose into the curve of her neck. “I want to kill him even more now.”

She laughs as she opens the door and heads back out to the bar.

I have my support team to thank for making this book a reality. My family, my editor,
Kisa Whipkey
, and my dear friend,
Jessica Baker
--Thank you for letting me borrow your name for Harrington’s love interest. Without all of your help and support and feedback and the crazy amounts of edits, this book wouldn’t have turned out this amazing! LOVE you guys to the moon and back!

Thanks to
Mandy Hollis
of
MHPhotography stock and custom photos
for the amazing cover photo and teaser images for Fearless!

This was the first time I got to work with
Sarah Hansen
of
Okay Creations
, and I can’t say how happy I am with the cover design. Thank you so much for making this a beauty!

A special
thank you
to my beta readers—
Christina Rhoads, Derna Fearon, Kayla Powell,
and
Shelby Von Wahl
. Your feedback was super helpful in making this book extraordinary! Thank you for helping me with your unbiased opinions!

Readers, Bloggers, and Writing community
. You inspire me to write stories that make you swoon.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

And last but not least, THANK YOU to the
guy upstairs
for giving me the chance to live out my dreams and the strength to continue in this journey. Without your blessing, this isn’t possible.

Clara Stone lives in the beautiful city of Boise, ID. Unlike what most believe about Idaho, it’s more than a sack full of potatoes. When she’s not writing, you’ll catch Clara reading mostly YA books and enjoying time with her family. She is a proud CW TV addict.

The Dracian Legacy is her first YA paranormal romance series. She strongly believes that true love conquers all and that’s a common theme you’ll find within her novels.

She is published through Reuts Publications.

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