Abrupt Changes: A Second Chance Romance (O-Town Book 3) Karen Renee (android pdf ebook reader TXT) 📖

gave me a knowing look. “Yes, but we’ll damn sure put in plenty of effort to speed it up.”

“Of course you will,” I deadpanned.

He grinned. “Now, when are you setting up movers? Because I know you aren’t headed to New York on Thursday.”

“Tomorrow I’ll call around. But I will have to go up there for my clothes and such.”

His grin became a smile. “It’s the beginning of October, if we can swing a cheap airfare, we’ll have autumn in New York.”

“You always loved it at that time of year.”

His eyes danced over my face. “It’s beautiful, but only because I’m there with you, sweetheart.”

I kissed him slow and sweet, but this time he pulled away.

“Angela have a key to your place?”

My breath whooshed out of me and I nodded.

“Think you can get a hold of your super? Or is it too late in the evening for that?”

I shook my head. “No, I should be able to catch him.”

Clint sat up taking me with him. “Go and be quick. He needs to change out your locks.”

“Okay. But really, Clint, what could she possibly do?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know, but I don’t like the idea of that woman having access to your place.”

“YOU’RE LUCKY I LIKE you, Connelly,” Chris, my apartment super, grumbled over the phone.

I chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. I owe you big time, but you’ve definitely put my boyfriend’s mind at ease.”

“I’ll be sure to tell my wife that. She doesn’t think I put anyone’s mind at ease.”

I shook my head. “I’ve met your wife, and that’s a lie. I’ll shoot you a text when I’ll be in town so I can get the new key.”

Clint carried in two “Irish Buck” cocktails, handed one to me, and sat next to me on the couch. “So, what’d he say?”

After a quick sip of my drink, I said, “Everything seemed fine. There was a pile of mail on the counter, and he would have the locks changed in half an hour.”

He swallowed. “Good.”

“Aren’t you expecting someone to come after me tonight?”

He grinned. “I only put half a shot in mine, and I’m only having one, Raegan.”

My eyes widened. “Well, you must have put the other half in my glass because this is strong.”

“You can hack it,” he said with a wink.

The tell-tale sound effect from ESPN’s Sports Center sounded, and he turned up the volume.

“It’s a Tuesday. How are there any games on?” I asked while he put his empty glass on the coffee table.

He glanced at me and back to the TV. “There’s a Major League Baseball Wild Card game on tonight.”

“Okay. On that note, I’ll go shower.”

“Watch the game with me, honey,” he said, hooking his arm around my neck. “We’ll shower in the morning.”

I looked up at him. “I’ve been known to take two showers in a day, Ramsey.”

His brow arched. “Yeah, but I haven’t had a quiet night just watching a game with you curled up next to me in close to a decade. Thinkin’ you can humor me.”

I chuckled. “I can, but baseball is still boring as hell.”

He gave me a smoldering look. “Yeah. I have distinct memories of how you alleviated your boredom.”

I laughed. Breaking free of his hold, I put my drink on the table. “You’re right, but you gotta get rid of your pants.”

“Recall you being pretty good at taking care of that for me, mamita.”

I leaned into him and shoved my hands under his shirt. “This is true, but first you have to lose the shirt. I noticed when Laura dropped by—”

“Do not talk about my sister when you’re—”

I pulled a hand out so I could put my finger on his lips, and he nipped it, making me smile. “I noticed you’ve definitely bulked up, and it would be criminal for me not to lick my way down to your happy trail.”

He leaned forward to help me get his shirt off.

I tossed it aside, and took my sweet time exploring the ridges and planes of his bulkier torso. The dips and curves were delicious, but he must have been impatient because as I tried to unbutton his pants, Clint swatted my hands out of the way and jerked his pants and his boxers down.

A rush of wet hit my pussy from seeing his erection. His cock was glorious. An ache built in my core, but I ignored it. I kissed his belly, traced a ridge which led to one side of the v of his hips. I followed down that angular plane, but Clint wrapped his hand around my hair, and I looked up.

When he spoke, his voice was husky. “Thought you were gonna lick down my happy trail?”

I grinned. “You have more than one happy trail as far as I’m concerned. Your picture-perfect hip bones making a ‘v’ damn sure makes me happy.”

He chuckled and let go of my head.

I gripped his length firmly the way he liked it. My tongue traced the vein snaking its way up his cock, and then I took him fully in my mouth, relishing the sound of Clint’s satisfied hiss. How I could forget how good giving him head could be, I would never know.

I hummed around him as I stroked faster and used more suction.

“Christ, Rae, slow down. I want this to last.”

My free hand slid to my crotch. I rubbed myself for no more than five seconds before Clint saw what I was doing.

He grabbed my wrist. “Fuck this. You’re done, mi reina.”

I pulled away. “What are you—”

He cut me off by draping me over his shoulder. As he stood, he stepped out of his pants and boxers.

Next thing I knew, I was laying on his bed, his hands at my shorts. Hunger filled his eyes. “You’re not gettin’ yourself off while you get me off.”

He yanked my shorts and panties down in one fell swoop. “Shirt off, woman.”

I sat up to take my shirt off. He laid down on his back, his head at my feet. As soon as my