Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Bucky walked to the window and looked out.
“The FBI are involved now. But then, I figured this was part of whatever plan you have to get your revenge on Martel.” He looked over at me. “To save you time hoodwinking me any further, you got someone in the bureau you want made aware of this, as well as the swarm of FBI agents already descending on this town?”
Bucky was right. There was someone I wanted involved. But to get him involved, it needed to happen through official channels. Like the sheriff’s department.
“Special Agent Guy Everett. This will be below his pay level, but if you make him aware, he’ll step in.”
Bucky shook his head in a ‘I should’ve known’ kind of way.
He sighed. “You got this guy in your pocket, too?”
Before I could reply, the door to Bucky’s office slammed open, and a panicked Ruger appeared in the doorway.
“That was Ronnie, we’ve got to get over to St. Vincent’s right away. An ambulance is taking Chastity there now.”
Fear exploded through me.
“What the fuck happened?”
“She collapsed. They think she’s losing the baby.”
Terrified for my niece, we bolted out of Bucky’s office and took off for the hospital.
TAYLOR
My heart pounded with fear as we waited for Bull and Ruger to get to the hospital. I sat with Honey and Autumn in a stiff, panicked silence, my skin chilled to the bone, my jaw shivering in the coolness of the air conditioning.
When sitting became too much, I got up and paced the linoleum floor, wanting to crawl out of my skin, heart sick that Chastity and her baby might die.
There had been so much blood.
By the time the ambulance arrived, her dress had been soaked in red, the blood seeping onto the floor beneath her.
It seemed like hours ago. Where were Bull and Ruger? I chewed at my thumbnail, watching the room fill up with worried family and friends, praying Bull and Ruger weren’t far away.
When they finally arrived, Ruger was ushered through the heavy doors leading into the emergency room, while Bull checked on his sister. Ronnie was a strong woman. There were no tears. No emotional outbursts. She remained calm and stoic, but her face was tight and pale with unspoken fear. Bull took her hands in his, there were no words. A silent understanding passed between them. Chastity was in good hands. She was going to get through this.
Releasing her, Bull turned and scanned the room until his burning gaze found me. He crossed the room so quickly; he was almost a blur. “What happened?”
I told him and he pulled me into his hard chest, one strong arm around me, the other hand tangled in my hair. I could feel the chaotic thud of his heart syncopated to my own. He was a tower of strength and muscle, but his heart belied his tough exterior. He was terrified.
When the doors to the ER opened and Indy appeared, we crossed the room, and I could see the fear on his face as he braced himself for bad news.
As we listened to Indy, he reached for my hand and his fingers tightened around mine. And he didn’t let it go. Even as Indy told us that both mother and baby were doing fine. Even as she said the threat had passed, his fingers remained tangled with mine. It wasn’t until he was absolutely certain that his niece was going to be okay that he released them. With a deep exhale, he pulled me into him and buried his face into my neck, groaning his relief against my throat.
“Where’s Noah?”
“A sleepover.”
“Let me come home with you,” he murmured quietly. “I need you.”
We went back to my apartment, and after we showered, we slipped into bed, naked.
“Just let me hold you,” he rasped, pulling me into his warm body and wrapping himself around me. He was in pain. Tonight, had scared him. He held me to him, and I curled my hands around his thick forearms, gently caressing his warm skin until I felt his breathing ease and his heartbeat calm to a slow thud as he drifted off to sleep.
I awoke a few hours later to the tender caress of his fingers down my back. I sighed; my body aroused. I was on my stomach, my hands curled under my chin. I felt his lips on my skin, felt the tender way he worked me up until I was creamy and ready. He gently raised my hips off the mattress slightly and nudged my thighs apart. He rubbed his cock against me, moaning at my readiness, pressing the slick head through damp skin to pause at my entrance. And then he was inside me and I gasped at the sudden fullness.
“You feel so goddamn good,” he moaned quietly. “So good, baby.”
He rocked into me, his massive body blanketing me, his big arms caging my head as he whispered into my ear the things my body was doing to him, telling me his deepest needs, begging me to be his little bird, wanting me, driving me head first into a slow, torturous climax.