Connor's Claim (Body Count, #2)

by Jolie Vines

Cassie spoke. “I’ve got a fast car and no sense of self-preservation. Say the word and I’ll get ye out of here.”

I bit down on a groan, forcing myself to keep those thoughts at bay. I wanted her to say yes to me every time and never refuse me again. I wanted history to unwrite itself and my fucking heart to unbreak.

downed her drink. “That was rougher than I was expecting,” Cassie said. “How were you expecting anything?” Genevieve asked. “Actually, I don’t know why I’m asking. You’ve turned into a regular spy.” Cassie extended a casual arm. “Spy, detective, stalker, the CEO of all things feral and chaotic. I’ll get business cards made.”

I hovered the needle over his skin, suddenly scared. “I don’t want to mess this up. It’s a permanent scar.” “Everything ye do to me fits that description.”

“Your body is so beautiful. You’re perfect, Everly. I need ye to know that because what I’m going to do next is going to be disrespectful as fuck.”

“Found you,” another voice hailed me. I left my reveries to see Dixie approaching, a grin ready for me and her tits out for everyone else. I pointed at her rack. “Did ye ever see that meme of men writing women? Something like ‘she titted boobily along the hall’? That’s what you’re doing now, titting boobily.”