Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
That thought makes me smile. Definite lust. I thought about going to see him, but the team went on the road for a mid-week scrimmage match and he’s not due back until tomorrow—too late for me to even think of seeing him and I have to work the next day.
I could kill my brother for scheduling a scrimmage, but there’s a part of me that thinks it’s for the best. I can’t afford to lose my head where Slater is concerned. Besides, it’s not like Green scheduled it to block my booty call. Green’s always having these games. He’s a firm believer in them. They’re similar to an actual game but the coaches can teach easier because there’s no limits to the number of times they can talk with their players and halt the game. He says they make the team stronger and from the team’s record this year, he’s right.
I lock the door and drop my pocketbook on the table by the doorway. I slip off my shoes and take off my jacket next. As I walk up the stairs, I go through my thoughts, already planning my story in my head. I may not get laid tonight, but I’m going to enjoy writing. I’ve been staying so busy with work that I just haven’t had time.
I open the door to my room, mourning the fact that I don’t have my own bathroom. I really need to move out on my own, but I’ve been trying to save money. I undo the pins in my hair. I wore it up today because it was bath day at the nursing home. It’s easier to make sure my hair is out of the way. There are more than a few patients who don’t like bath day. Some are dealing with a dementia, and it scares them. Those are the patients that break my heart. I suppose that’s why I keep coming back to my job too. It makes you feel like you matter if you can help patients who can’t help themselves. Kindness is something they don’t see a lot of. Even some of the nurses I work with. I mean, we all get bone tired, but there are some people that just shouldn’t be nurses.
I begin unbuttoning my shirt, already imagining how good the hot water is going to feel.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all off.”
My entire body jerks, tightening in shock as I spin around, and I let out a scream. “What the fuck?”
Slater Daniels is on my bed, lying on it like he doesn’t have a care in the world…and he’s as naked as the day he was born.
“I missed you, Ace.”
I try to keep my eyes on his face, but it’s hard—really hard—not to take in his erect cock that’s practically bouncing around, begging for attention.
What are you doing?” I squeak.
“What does it look like I'm doing?”
“It looks like you're lying on my bed naked," I snap.
Well, I am now. A few minutes ago, I was stroking my cock with this.”
He holds up his hand, his fingers tangled in the lace fabric of my favorite skimpy, hot pink, panties.
“You’ve lost your mind,” I gasp yanking the fabric from his hand.
He just grins bigger. That feeling of being in over my head with this man barrels down on me.
Yet, instead of panic, all I can feel is pleasure because he’s here…
CHAPTER 19
Slater
I grin because she's looking at me, but her gaze keeps straying down to look at my cock—a cock which just happens to be rock hard.
“You broke into my house,” she whispers.
“I always knew you had beauty and brains.”
“You’re insane. Do you realize what will happen if anyone sees you here? Get out of my bed and get dressed before my mother comes home and finds you.”
“I would, except there's a problem,” I murmur, my hand snaking down to wrap around my cock. I stroke myself slowly, grinning as her lips part, her eyes dilate, and she inhales deeply.
That's it, baby. Drink it in.
“Yeah, the problem is you've lost your damn mind. I already told you that.”
Marigold walks around the bed and grabs my clothes that are lying on the floor. She throws them at me, and I don't think it's a coincidence they land on my cock. That would have been fine, but the belt buckle hits my balls and pain shoots through me. It's not horrible, but my balls are freaking blue already thanks to Marigold, so it doesn't exactly feel good either.
“Damn it, woman. Be careful with the goods. You're going to need them as much as I do in a few minutes.”
“The hell I will, Bat-Boy.”
I grab her arm and pull her so that her lips are close to mine. She reaches down, latching onto my hip to catch herself so she doesn't fall against me. Her face is a breath away from mine and her hand is branding me. This woman owns me, and she has no idea.