Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 70628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“I doubt she wanted that either. I think she lived with that guilt for a long time, and then she was forced into marriage with a person that she didn’t love and who didn’t love her back. All that, and then she got disowned.”
“That still bothers me,” Aspen says. “Why did her father disinherit her? Unless he knew what a horrible thing she had done.”
“Well, according to Wallace, his brother’s not the saint everyone would have you believe.”
“Maybe we should…”
She’s not ready to give this up yet. I knew she wouldn’t be. This isn’t a surprise to me. She’s going to want to talk to Harrison Wallace.
“He’s mourning the loss of his daughter right now,” I say.
“But is he? He already disowned her. If he truly knew what she did…”
“Yeah,” I agree. “What Greg said doesn’t make a lot of sense. If he disowned Taylor for her part in your abduction, then the logic doesn’t follow. Harrison Wallace probably wasn’t involved with that island.”
“To be fair,” Aspen says, “Greg didn’t say Harrison was involved in the island. He just said that he wasn’t above abusing women.”
“Do we really need to find any more out?” I ask. “Taylor’s dead, Aspen. She’s gone. Does it matter why she was disinherited?”
“I just want the whole story, Buck. I wish there were a way to make you understand.”
I do understand. I just want her to heal. I want her to move past this.
“Baby, whatever you need. If you want to talk to the senior Mr. Wallace, we will go talk to him.”
“Thank you,” she says. “Thank you so much, Buck.”
“We’re stuck here in LA until Pollack’s trial anyway. We might as well give the CEO of Wallace Leathers a visit.”
Once we’re in the car, Aspen pulls me to her for a searing kiss.
She’s forceful—very forceful— but who am I to have a problem with that?
It’s one of those raw and passionate kisses, but there’s something different about this one.
Her lips, teeth, and tongue are the same, clashing with mine as we devour each other.
Something is not the same.
It’s…
I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s there.
It’s…unsettling.
I don’t break the kiss, though. She’s getting her aggressions out, and I understand. I’ve been there. Hell, I’m there now. Dealing with Greg Wallace affected me as well.
Not as much as it affected Aspen, but—
I hate the guy. I’d like to see him tortured, violated.
And I know what that’s like.
She kisses me and kisses me and kisses me…
Until—
I finally break the kiss.
My cock is hard in my jeans, and I’m ready to pull her on top of me, grind her against me, but—
“Baby, we’re in the parking lot of a prison.”
“I know. Let’s get in the back.”
Is she serious? I eye the prison’s guard tower.
“Not a good idea, Aspen.”
“Then take me somewhere. Quickly, Buck. I need you. I need you inside me. Now.”
It’s an hour drive back to the beach house, probably nearly as far to any decent hotel.
“Baby…”
“I’m serious.”
I kick the car into gear and start driving. I’m not sure where I’m going. Where do you find a place in LA that is quiet? Full of solitude?
You don’t.
“Just pull over. Please.”
The sedan I rented is large, but Aspen and I are tall people. We’re not going to be able to have sex comfortably in the backseat.
I’m not sure she cares, though.
I keep driving.
“Buck, are you listening to me? I need you. Now.”
Damn. Every time she uses the word need, my cock grows harder. I’m about ready to explode out of my jeans.
But her voice, the look in her eyes when I turn to regard her.
She’s serious. Completely serious.
She’s bordering on panic, and she knows what she needs to relax.
“All right, baby. I’ll find something.”
Luckily, the car has tinted windows. We can see out, but it will take someone with x-ray vision to see in.
I figured my days of having car sex were over, but this is important to her.
I pull off the highway as soon as I can and drive down the street. We pass several fast-food restaurants, and then—
A motel.
I pull into the parking lot.
Aspen grabs me and kisses me again.
I pull away. “We’ll get a room.”
“No. That’ll take too long. It’s already taken too long, Buck. Please.”
Damn. “All right.” I kick the car into gear once more and find a spot at the back of the parking lot, as secluded as possible. We scramble into the backseat quickly and make sure all the doors are locked.
And she’s on me. On top of me, grinding against me, her lips sealed to mine.
We kiss, our tongues dueling and tangling. I breathe through my nose as best I can, but my God, my heart is beating so fast, and my breath…
I break the kiss and inhale.
She inhales as well.
She’s working my belt buckle, and then my zipper, and soon my cock is free.