Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
I grab his hands to stop him from getting off the bed. “No, stop. I’ve been keeping up with all my treatments. Just give me a second.” I stare at him and then I start laughing. Oh my gosh, am I still dreaming or is this happening?
“Pinch me.”
A furrow appears between Logan’s brows. “What?”
“Pinch me so I know I’m not dreaming.”
That’s all it takes. He pounces on me. “How about I do a lot more than pinch you?” he growls in my ear before dropping his lips and devouring my mouth. He nips my lips with his teeth. “This real enough for you?”
I can only moan in response.
“This real enough for you?” he slides a hand down from my neck to my breast and pinches my nipple in a way that sends a flood of wetness to my sex. “How about that?”
I arch off of the bed, a high-pitched “Yes,” on my lips. I don’t know if it's an affirmative to his question or and encouragement for him to do more.
Like the smart man he is, he takes it as both and then his hands are everywhere. Massaging. Pinching. Caressing. Teasing.
And I feel alive. So alive life is bursting from within me. I’m going to live. I’m going to live a long, full life full of laughter and Logan and happiness and love and—
Logan rolls us over in bed so that I’m laid flat on my back again, him over me like the devouring predator that he is.
But for once, he’s missing the vacant look of desperation that always used to hover like a cloud over him, like any second he was ready to bolt the second you betrayed him, always on guard and ready for it.
Now, though, when he looks down at me, it’s only with eyes full of love. Well, there’s a fair amount of lust, too, but it’s interwoven with love. And it’s the most powerful emotion I’ve ever felt coming from him.
I’m so consumed by it, that I almost don’t notice the shadow moving outside the window from the balcony.
Almost.
But Logan registers the stiffness of my body even before I’ve realized the shape of the shadow is a man.
And that man is holding a gun, pointed straight at us.
It’s Adam.
Adam’s on our balcony with a gun.
The thought barely registers before Logan is off the bed and charging the balcony’s double doors.
Wait—
How—?
No!
But there’s no slow-motion like in the movies. It all happens in the blink of an eye.
Logan explodes through the balcony doors that open outwards, knocking Adam off balance.
I scream as the gun goes off. “Logan!”
The covers of the bed catch around me as I try to get to my feet and I almost fall off the bed trying to get to Logan. By the time I right myself, Logan and Adam are wrestling on the narrow balcony.
Where’s the gun? Did Logan get shot? Does Adam still have the gun?
I run over to the doorway, looking for a vase or something else heavy to hit Adam with, but we’re in Logan’s bedroom in the castle and it’s spare, almost no decoration. How the hell did Adam even get up to the balcony? We’re three stories up. I know he does some free climbing but what the hell? And how the hell did he get here? I thought the police were going to arrest him.
By the time I grab Logan’s laptop, the heaviest thing I can find, and make it back to the balcony, the fight has escalated.
Adam and Logan are both back on their feet, squaring off, right as the clouds darken overhead.
“You stole everything from me!” Adam howls. He doesn’t look well. He’s in one of his fancy suits, but the shirt is buttoned off kilter and there are stains down the front of it.
“You’re trash from the street who never deserved to lick the shit off the soles of my shoes and you think you get to win? You think some fucking rat off the street is going to best Adam fucking Archer? My grandfather shat in your grandparents’ soup bowls and they ate it up and were grateful. But you—”
A sharp gut punch from Logan shuts Adam up but doesn’t make him look any less mutinous. Fury pours off of him in waves as he glares back up at Logan and then lets out the roar of a wounded beast at the same time he charges.
But Logan’s quick.
At the last moment, he feints left and then jerks out of the way to the right. But Adam’s momentum continues forward. He’s unable to readjust for the last minute move.
And he goes sailing right over the balcony in the spot where Logan was just standing.
Oh my g—!
The laptop I’m holding clatters to the carpeted rug at my feet as I run out onto the balcony.
But Logan holds out an arm to brace me, holding me back.