Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
His eyes, already haunted with demons from his past, clouded over more.
“Don’t worry about her.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” my breath hitched.
He looked over at me, and his eyes trailed over my face, down to my hands that were wringing together in my lap, then back up to my eyes.
“I do,” he promised.
I got up, and he followed suit.
He opened his arms, and I walked straight into them.
He hugged me tight, gave me one last kiss on the forehead and then let me go before saying, “Now go to Apple and fill him in on my life story so I don’t have to.”
I snorted and punched him lightly in the gut.
“Yes, dad.”
He smacked me upside the head.
Softly, but still.
“Watch it,” I warned him with a pointed finger.
He winked and I grinned, going upstairs with my belly rolling at knowing what my brother was about to do.
“Shit.”
“What?” Apple asked, startling me.
I gasped and turned just in time to be gathered into Apple’s arms.
“Emily’s down for the night. You okay?”
I shook my head.
“My brother’s doing something stupid,” I whispered back to him.
“Ridley’s not Connor,” he said.
I nodded.
And I knew that.
Connor was Ridley’s twin, and my older brother. A brother that I didn’t know well, because Ridley protected me from him.
A brother that I only had bad memories of, and I never thought about because he wasn’t much of a brother to me at all and had been even less of a brother to Ridley.
Meaning, I barely, if ever, thought about him.
And, if I was being honest, didn’t want to talk about him, either.
I’d given Apple the details of my brother months ago during a conversation that came up about Emily’s living family members.
So Apple knew that Connor wasn’t a beloved member of our family. That Connor had terrorized Ridley all because he could and there was no love lost between us.
“I know,” I said to Apple. “Let’s go to bed.”
Apple picked me up around the waist and took me into our room, laying me gently down onto the bed before following me down.
“You happy, pretty girl?” He looked into my eyes.
“I was until my brother told me he was going to go undercover in a prison to try to get back at the man that was responsible for killing his wife,” I conceded.
Apple kissed me full on my lips, and then leaned back far enough to look into my eyes.
My breathing was faster, and my heart was definitely pounding, just from one tiny little kiss.
Apple had the power to undo me, though, and I found that I quite liked that.
“Let’s go to bed,” he ordered roughly, pulling me to my feet so we could both strip out of our clothes.
I followed him to the bathroom, tossing my puke stained shirt into the hamper.
He waited until I was inside before pushing the door closed.
The moment the door latched behind me, I found myself with my back pressed up against the wall, my legs wrapped around Apple’s hips.
“Condoms,” I breathed. “We need condoms.”
“Got it,” he growled against my lips, licking along the seam.
My eyes closed and my mouth dropped open, surrendering to his advances.
“You’re sure about this?” I asked him. “I…”
“I’m sure,” he shut me up with a kiss. “Tomorrow, I go in to get it done. And then we’ll start planning.”
“Planning for what?” I tilted my head back to give him full access to the length of my exposed neck.
“Then you and me plan the rest of our lives together,” he said, unzipping his jeans and shoving his pants down his legs.
His underwear soon followed, and the crinkle of foil sounded amongst our deep breathing.
Giggling when he was about to kneel between my legs, I rolled and sat up, pointing to the bed as I did.
“I’m on top,” I said, shucking my nightgown up and pushing my panties off, going on one knee at a time to untangle them from around my feet.
He snorted and hooked me around the waist, falling down to the bed with me, his front to my back.
“Lift your leg up,” he ordered.
I did as instructed, bending my leg up and lifting it to my chest as he grabbed hold of his cock and placed it at my entrance.
I was moaning the moment he worked the head of his cock inside.
By the time he was about half way in, my eyes were squeezing shut.
The angle of his cock entering me meant the tip was rubbing against that certain spot inside of me that was sure to make me wild, and he knew it.
Which was why he was taking short strokes, running the head along my g-spot before pulling back out again.
“Jesus,” he whispered, dropping his head to my shoulder. “You better find it quick.”
I didn’t need to find it. It was already there.
I was just on the brink of it when I heard Emily’s cry from the other room.