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)
He dropped like a stone.
When he’d come to, he’d been the one taped to the chair.
I’d been the one asking questions, and what I’d heard hadn’t been nice.
In fact, it’d been down right sickening.
Hearing what he’d done to the woman before, one that looked so much like me that it could’ve been me, had flipped my switch and left me feeling cold.
The icing on the cake had been him coming at me with his dick in his hand, ready to do the same damn thing to me.
Which was the reason I did what I did next.
Everyone knows the story from there.
Apple had been so proud of me that it was hard to feel bad about it. I’d been appalled at my actions but something had come over me at hearing that man’s promise that he would do the same thing to me. And the next lady he felt like doing it to.
And I couldn’t let that happen. So I’d done what I had to do, and had nightmares about it as a consequence.
During each nightmare, though, Apple would be there to chase the bad away.
He’d wake me up with a soft kiss to my lips, and then hold me while the remnants of the dream drifted away into nothing.
He hadn’t been able to convince me to speak with anyone, either.
Why? Because why would I when I had my own personal dream catcher that chased away the bad dreams for me? Why would I need to speak to someone that couldn’t do for me what Apple could?
“Oh, baby,” I said when I saw the mess Emily had made of herself. “You’re a big ol’ mess.”
She chattered away at me while I got her changed into her clothes for the day.
Tonight would be a welcome home party for Ridley, and I was fairly sure we would be spending the night at the clubhouse in celebration. Likely a good bit of us would be drunk and too smashed to drive home, so I made sure to grab some extra clothes and diapers to take with us.
Once Emily was dressed, I took her to my room and let her play on the floor while I folded laundry and genuinely ignored the living room where I knew Ridley and Apple were talking.
I’d gone through three whole loads of laundry before I felt Apple’s presence at my back.
“You okay?” he asked, coming up behind me and wrapping both arms around my belly.
I nodded and leaned my head against his chest.
“I’m fine,” I said. “Embarrassed.”
He rubbed his beard along my neck and said the words I expected to hear.
The same ones that I heard every single time that memory assaulted me.
“You know how hot it makes me thinking about how you handled yourself,” he rumbled softly. “Knowing you went all Lorena Bobbitt on the stupid fucker is so goddamned hot, all I want to do is fuck you.”
I laughed softly. The Lorena Bobbitt bit was new, but the ‘making him hot’ wasn’t.
He was proud of what I’d done, and I was proud to make him proud.
It was a win-win situation.
“Where’s my brother?” I whispered, letting my hands come up to tangle in his hair.
“Took Emily to him. He’s gonna watch her for a minute or fifteen,” he answered.
I snorted.
“Okay, my brother can stay in my house if there are conveniences like this,” I whispered to him, turning around in his arms.
I pressed a kiss to his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He pulled my hips forward until the length of me was pressed to the length of him.
“You’re happy to see me,” I sighed, grinding my hips into his cock.
He growled.
“I’m always happy to see you.” And I was.