Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Jesus.” He shook his head then walked over and picked up the one I really liked. “I hate shopping, so this will go a lot faster if you just pick the shit you like so we can get the fuck out of here.”
“Don’t be an ass,” I growled, making him smile.
“Do we need sheets?”
“Yes,” I hissed then stomped over to the sheets, picking up two sets—a black one that would match the tree printed on the comforter and one green set the same color as the ribbon on the border. The whole time I stomped around, I listened to Kenton laughing. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips when his arm swung over my shoulders and his lips touched my temple.
The feeling of him taking a deep breath brings me back to the present, and I tilt my head back slightly to look at him.
“Is everything okay?” I ask sleepily.
“All’s good. Justin just left. He said you went to bed late ’cause you were up eating junk food while watching him play Call of Duty all night.”
“He’s such a tattletale.” I shake my head.
Justin has become like a brother to me. We bicker and argue constantly, but he also makes me laugh so hard that I can’t breathe. I adore him for the way he looks out for Kenton and love that he is such a great friend. He stays with me every time Kenton is out of town. Between him and the rest of Kenton’s men, there isn’t a time when my whereabouts are unknown or I’m not supervised. I hate having people constantly in my space, but I know that, in order for me to be safe right now, I need them.
“I missed you,” I say softly, pressing my nose into his chest.
“Missed you too, babe.” His hand travels down my back, over my ass, and between my legs. One finger dips inside my pussy before rolling over my clit.
“Kenton,” I moan as he takes my mouth in a deep kiss, rolling me to my back and entering me.
By the time we both come, we’re exhausted and fall back asleep.
I snuggle into Kenton and wrap my arms around his waist when I hear the doorbell ring in the distance. “They’ll go away,” I tell him, not ready to get up. I feel like I just fell asleep.
“I gotta get it. It could be Mom.”
Crap, he’s right. It could be his mom, because while he’s out of town, she or Viv stop by for coffee most mornings.
“Did you tell her you are home?” I ask, knowing that, if she knows he’s home, she would normally give him at least until the afternoon before calling or showing up.
“Nah, so she’s probably here to see you.”
“I’m up. You should sleep.” I throw my legs over the side of the bed then find the T-shirt he had on yesterday. I pull it on over my head before bending and grabbing my sweats off the floor.
The loud slap on my ass has me jumping in place and glaring at Kenton, who is now up and wearing a pair of jeans with the top button undone.
“What was that for?”
“You stick it in my face, babe, and I’m going to slap it,” he says with a smirk, opening the bedroom door.
I jump on his back, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck while biting his ear and neck, making him laugh as he tries his best to tickle me off him, making me giggle while heading down the stairs.
“What the fuck?” I hear whispered.
I lift my head at the familiar voice, shocked to see Sid standing on the front porch. My arms and legs start to loosen from around Kenton’s waist and neck, and I drop to the floor.
“Sid?” I ask, concerned, taking in his disheveled appearance.
“I knew she was with you.” His eyes narrow on Kenton. “I fucking knew after your last visit, but this sealed the deal.”
“You were in Vegas?” I ask Kenton and glare.
He crosses his arms over his chest, looking down at me for a second before his eyes go back to Sid. “Why are you here? More importantly, how the fuck did you find me?” Kenton asks him.
“It wasn’t that hard,” Sid says, glaring.
I look between the two of them then settle my eyes on Kenton. A million questions fly through my head, but the biggest one is why the hell he was in Vegas and didn’t say anything to me. “Why were you in Vegas?” I try, hoping to get an answer.
“He had a meeting at my club yesterday,” Sid says, and my head swings in his direction.
“Meeting?” I mumble, looking between the two of them.
“Motherfucker,” Kenton growls, taking a step towards him.
“She should know what’s going on,” I hear Sid say, and I look back up at Kenton.