Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“I’m okay. Had to break up the fight, and it took longer than expected,” I reply, seeing and hearing the worry in her face and her voice.
“Come on, I’m taking care of you this time.” Fuck yeah, this woman. I’d let her do whatever the hell she wants, as long as it’s not in the bedroom. I help Stormy up from the couch and let her guide me once we’re standing and walk to the bathroom.
“The first aid kit is under the sink. Hop on the counter, and you can have your way with me.” She flips the light on in the bathroom, and we both really see the damage. The cocksucker that took a swing at me did a stellar job to my jaw and mouth. It’s a damn good thing none of my teeth are loose. Had that been the situation, I’d have really let him have it instead of only holding him down.
“Griff, for once, let someone help you out instead of helping everyone else. Sit on the toilet so I can clean you up. I’m pretty sure you don’t need stitches, but a new shirt is in the works, too.” Stormy’s independent streak comes out. I oblige her, ready to get this over with, head to my place, and pass out with my baby girl in my arms.
“Fine. Did you eat enough?” I flip the seat down, doing as she asks as she opens the cabinet, grabs the first aid kit, and sets it on the counter. My eyes stay glued to her body as she washes her hands, then opens the kit to rip open a few antiseptic wipes before coming to stand between my spread thighs.
“I did, thank you. Though, I’m sure you didn’t, and now eating is going to be hard for you,” she says. “This is going to sting.” My hands go to the back of her bare thighs. She wipes at the dried blood, then at the split above my lip. Meanwhile, I stay stone-cold still.
“I’ll be fine. We’ll take whatever is left to my place, and I’ll finish it there.” The tips of my fingers move up, and she presses the wipe deeper into my cut. This time, I’m unable to hold back a hiss. I guess that’s what I get for having my way with her body while she works on me.
“All done, no stitches necessary. You’re going to have a decent-sized bruise, though, and who knows how long it will take your lip to heal,” she states, throwing away the used wipes. She has no idea the only thing I’m pissed off about is the fact I’m not going to be able use my mouth on her pretty cunt until it is healed.
“Thank you.” I stand up, reluctantly letting go of her thighs. “Let’s go home.” My cock is back to hard as a rock, and it’s tired of being locked up behind my jeans.
“You’re welcome.” She puts the first aid kit away, washes her hands again, and I wait for her. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
“Come on. I’ll have Nav pull your car around the back. Then you can follow me to my place, unless you want to leave your car in the parking lot overnight?” I offer the last bit, but that doesn’t mean I want her to actually do it. And not because it’ll give the town of Jasmine more to talk about. I could give two fucks about what they think. It’s not safe when I have a perfectly good two-car garage hers could be parked inside.
“I didn’t drive,” she replies.
“What do you mean you didn’t drive. Did a friend drop you off?” I swear to Christ, if Stormy says she hired a car to bring her here, I’m going to spank her ass until she can’t sit for a week.
“I walked. No offense, Griff, but parking sucks here, and I didn’t want to have to circle the block for hours until a spot opened up.”
“You walked at night, during tourist season, from your place to here?” I question, making sure I heard her right.
“It only took ten minutes, and I had my phone out and ready to use if needed.” It’s far worse, far fucking worse. Jesus, the shit that could have happened to her, and she thinks a damn phone could have prevented something from happening.
“Stormy, no more walking. I’ll come pick you up, or you can park at my house, and I’ll pick you up from there if you’re worried about parking. The last thing I want is for you to get hurt. At all.” I bite back my anger, reluctantly.
“Fine. I still think it’s a bit overreactive of you to think someone in this small town, tourists included, would do anything to hurt me.” Maybe she’s right, maybe she’s wrong. I’d rather not take a fucking chance either way.