Torn (The McKerricks Book 1) Read Free

trying to apologize for my poor behavior.
    Is it bad of me to cross my arms and sulk in my chair like a scolded child? Yes. Do I do it anyways? You can bet your ass I do.
    I try my best to ignore them chatting, but its impossible. Her voice slinks into my mind driving me crazy.
    “ You know it might be too forward of me,” Gwen starts hesitantly, “But how do you do it? How do you have so much confidence... how do you have so much... awesomeness?”
    I can see the question startles her, by the way her eyes widen. She tilts her head ever so slightly to the side, and her silky brunette curls catch the light as they slide over her shoulder, as she turns to watch Gwen closely.
    “I normally wouldn't be so honest about this... especially not in public,” the little author starts with a grin, “But I can see a lot of myself in you so I'll tell you a secret.” Out of the corner of my eyes I can see Gwen nodding vigorously, and this... Henley leans forward with a grin.
    “ You have to wear things that you think look good on you. From the ground up. For me the most important part is the panties. In fact it might all be in the panties,” she replies with a soft laugh.
    I can't help myself then, as my head snaps around to take this little slip of a woman in. Is she seriously talking about her underwear in this bistro. Not that anyone is listening... besides me. But damn. Could she make my dick any harder?
    “ You have to wear something that makes you feel sexy. It doesn't actually have to be sexy just needs to make you feel that way. When you feel sexy you are more confident... more powerful. Ready to face anything. It's all in the undies. At least it is for me.”
    I try to hold it in, I try to control myself, but I just can ’t.  “And what kind of panties exactly, does a woman wear when she wants to spend a day selling books to lonely women?”
    Her laugh is soft and melodic, and I thank God she found that amusing because it sounded like assholery even to me, and I ’m a terrible judge, but her eyes sparkle as they pin me to my seat.
    “ Wouldn’t you like to know,” she responds back her eyes glowing with mirth, her lips quirked into a smile. Lips I would literally kill to have wrapped around my dick.
    “ Gwen,” the little author starts with a smile. “Please feel free to email me or something. Don’t be a stranger, but I’ve got to head back. It’s a quite a ride home for me.” She gives Gwen one last smile, before her gaze flicks to me and she smirks, but says nothing as she gets up and leaves.
    “ Oh my God Connor! How could you-”
    “ I'll be right back,” I call over my shoulder as I get up stalk after her. I don't know what I'm doing, but I can hear Gwen groan in response. Maybe she knows what I'm doing. I wish someone can clue me in, but my body moves on it's own as it stalks after the little author.
    Before my mind has a chance to stop my body, my hand snakes out and wraps around her upper arm. With a twist I open the women ’s bathroom door, push Henley in, and lock the door behind us. She doesn't back away startled, like the women who are more like mice. She doesn't flirt and flit about like the scantly clad super models do, every move aimed at seduction. She lifts her chin, her green eyes are snapping fire, and keeps her gaze leveled on me. Her smirk never fades. Shes daring me. Shes fucking daring me to make a move. Whoever this is, she’s not the nice little author from the table, and my whole body tightens in anticipation. This woman is a challenge. One I have to accept.
    My body is stalking forward before I can stop it. Even as I stalk closer she does not move, just tilts her chin higher so that she continues to stare into my eyes. When I get close enough I reach out and grab her arm, her skin is hot underneath her clothes. Burning. I jerk her forward until our bodies are flush, the flame inside me igniting at the soft press of her body. So soft.
    The scent of her is intoxicating, no