Entangled (Evolve Series Novella 2.5) by S.E.Hall Read Free Book Online

naturally, I sling a leg over the side unabashedly and join
him in an empty hot tub in the middle of Home Depot. Absolutely normal.
    “Why are you thinking about a new hot tub?
Something wrong with yours?”
    “No,” he crooks a finger a me, beckoning me to come
closer. “I would like to humbly ask you to discuss with me the benefits of
putting this on your back deck.”
    “Oh, babe, good job,” I pat his leg patronizingly,
“thank you for asking first, but no. You’ve given me enough already. I won’t
take advantage of your generosity with non-essentials. I can survive without a
hot tub.” I lean over and kiss his cheek. “But thank you anyway.”
    “But what if I can’t survive without it?
Some of our finest moments have been in a hot tub. I think we need one at each
place.”
    He’s now rubbing his nose up and down my neck, almost making me forget where we are. In public. Home Depot, of all places.
    “While I appreciate the fact that you want to
discuss this in the middle of the store, sitting in a display tub, can we
please get out and talk about it later?”
    “Prude.” He nips my neck.
    “Exhibitionist.” I pinch his thigh. “Come on.” I
climb out, looking around to see that, why, yes, we do have a small audience. Ah,
fuck it . I take a bow. “By the way,” I tell him when he joins me, “my dad
called you back.” I dart my eyes to his. “I know all about your skill saw
treachery. Not only did I forbid him from helping you, but…well, have
fun calling him back. I kinda sorta forgot to tell him until today you bought
his only daughter a love shack.”
    And with that, I sashay down the aisle, really
letting my hips rock enticingly for the slack-jawed hottie standing frozen in
place behind me.
    I’m just loving all the chances I’m getting to do
that to him lately.

Chapter 6
    ~Dane~
     
    B less you, Nelly, for “Batter Up.” I
literally can’t look away from her booty popping to the beat. And so talented
she is, twerking while she paints the kitchen—amazing.
    “Good God,” I mutter to myself, seriously
considering attacking her. That’s it, reach way up high to get that spot.
Yep, up on your tiptoes, now hold it …shit! Dropping your paintbrush is
probably not the best way to not get caught spectating with your tongue
hanging out.
    She, of course, hears the brush hit the tile and
turns, raising her brows at me with a sweet smirk. “Need something, babe?”
    I nod, afraid to speak as my voice might crack like
a randy teenager.
    “And what would that be?”
    “I, um—”
    “You dropped something,” she points out, bending down
in front of me to pick up my paintbrush for me, then walking back to the sink,
wetting a rag. “Let me wipe that up before it dries.”
    Now she’s on her hands and knees, and once the mess
is gone and the rag tossed on the counter, she maintains position. She looks up
at me, eyes almost black, darkened with seduction. “What is it you said you
needed?”
    One thing I haven’t quite mastered yet, which I
suspect is a problem for all men, is exactly what flips her switch. She’s
almost never the aggressor, so it sets my blood to boil when Laney turns it on,
takes the reins, and makes it brazenly clear she wants me. I try to catalog the
moments, like now, to find the common denominator—a word I use, certain
clothes, a look— anything to clue me in to the trigger, but so far I remain
dumbfounded. The day I figure it out? That’ll be the day I weep like a baby and
praise the heavens on my knees.
    But for now, I’ll just be thankful for it happening
on its own every once in a blue moon.
    “I need whatever you wanna give me, baby,” I answer
honestly.
    “Hmm.” She rises on her knees, lifting the bottom
of my shirt and tracing the lines in my abs with the tip of her tongue. “And I need for you to take this shirt off.”
    I reach behind my head and pull it off in a blink,
tossing it somewhere. “Now what?”
    Any time I can get Laney talking, I