Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
At this point, if they found her alive, it would be a miracle.
Rez’s realistic opinion was that trying to save Sloane’s sister was a lost cause. However, if, for his woman’s sake, Decker wanted to keep looking, then they were going to help him. They had his back, he had theirs.
A true brotherhood.
He loved every one of his BAMC brothers and wouldn’t hesitate to step in front of a bullet to save them. He also respected every member of the task force, but they didn’t have the same type of brotherhood or bond as the Blue Avengers. They worked together and only occasionally hung out together.
When his doorbell rang, he couldn’t stop the grin crossing his face or his dick kicking in his jeans.
He’d been expecting her.
They had gotten into a habit where, whenever she was off or whenever she didn’t work until closing, she’d bring an overnight bag and spend the night. If it was early enough when she arrived, they’d even sit down to dinner together. But no matter what time she showed up, they always had sex.
Tonight’s plan was no different.
The time they’d been spending together was either at his place or The Peach Pit. They hadn’t gone out on any dates and there’d been no talk of exclusivity. They were keeping it simple.
While Rez was usually perfectly fine with that type of relationship—it also was his preference—last night, as he stared at the paused video game on his big screen TV, the realization clubbed him over the head that he’d never had a woman in his life he’d had sex with more than a few times.
But then, he never met a woman he wanted sex with for more than a few times. He preferred not to get deeply involved with any of them. Most of them had wanted more than what he was willing to give, anyway.
However, Sapphire was different. She checked all the boxes for what he considered the perfect woman.
All except the part about getting naked in front of other men, of course.
The only saving grace when it came to her job was her customers weren’t getting from her the same as he did.
They weren’t allowed to touch her. She encouraged his touch.
They certainly weren’t permitted to kiss her. His mouth has touched every damn inch of that luscious body. Several times.
And as for fucking… He couldn’t get enough of her. And she seemed to feel the same way about him.
Or at least he hoped so.
He wondered briefly what his mother would say if he introduced them and he told her what Phire did for a living.
He grimaced. While Carmen Alvarez was definitely open-minded, she also had her limits. And him dating a stripper might be a hard one.
That was neither here nor there and shouldn’t even be a damn thought. They weren’t at the point of meeting each other’s parents and most likely never would be.
The sound of his doorbell was proof enough of how much she wanted his ass since she kept coming back for more.
And more of his mother’s food. But it was late and dinner was hours ago, so they’d have to share a meal next time.
Next time?
He might be in seriously deep shit.
He’d deal with that down the road, too. Because he was currently on a road that ended in Sapphire naked and writhing underneath him, while her tight pussy milked every last drop of cum from his nuts.
On that thought, he couldn’t open the door fast enough. In fact, he forgot to look through the damn peephole first to make sure it was her and not some psycho with a hockey mask and a big butcher knife.
Proof he lost all sense around her.
Fuck, he was in more than deep shit. He was drowning in it.
“Hey, handsome,” Sapphire greeted him with a huge smile and gave his crotch a light squeeze as she stepped inside.
“I’m just a piece of meat to you, aren’t I?” he teased.
She shrugged. “You have a purpose. Some men don’t.”
He groaned at that but couldn’t argue since it was true.
After closing and locking the door, he turned, only to have her overnight bag shoved into his gut. After taking it from her, he watched her bend over and unzip her knee-high black leather boots.
“I could’ve done that for you.”
“Uh uh. You licked the bottom of my foot the other night.”
He laughed when she shuddered. “After your reaction when you thought I was going to suck your toes a couple of weeks ago, I knew it would gross you out.”
She placed her boots near the end of the couch and turned. “You succeeded.”
“How was work?”
“Boring, actually. I wasn’t needed on stage so I ended up working the floor.”
What bothered him more than her dancing on stage was when she got naked in a room with a closed door for some horny fucker without any security if shit went sideways. “And?”