Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
What will be his next move? Will he fall into our trap?
After the press conference and my tesoro’s lovely blow job and sexual session in Holmes’s bedroom, we decided to leave London the next morning. The museum hadn’t been pleased when we got downstairs. I doubted the check that I wrote them made the staff any happier. The Brits had their traditions and cultural ideas about certain things.
It probably had been a bad idea to shoot a load on Sherlock Holmes’s rug.
Nevertheless, we planned the next days out. Sophia, Vivian, and Sherman would all board separate planes that took them back to the States. Vivian would go with us to Miami, and Sophia would return home.
But we hadn’t figured out what to do with Sherman. I actually wanted him around. He loved his sister, and hoped to keep her safe from Benny as much as me. Jasmine believed he couldn’t control himself.
“Do you think he’s crazy?” I asked her on the ride home from the Sherlock Holmes museum.
“Sherman is very much out there,” Jasmine said. “He’s not like Benny, but he’s not that much different either.”
“Give me an example.”
“No.”
I almost sneered at her. How I hated that damn word on her tongue. “Why not?”
“I’ve given you enough for today.”
My cock jerked in my pants and craved a round two, but I knew I couldn’t do that to her. In fact, I was pissed that I let her suck me off. It felt so good with that soft, wet mouth warming my length and searing my insides with desire.
I craved her even more.
Those plump breasts and ripe nipples, just begging to be nibbled with my teeth and lapped at by my tongue.
I hungered for her.
Every part of me screamed to lift her up, knock all that Sherlock Holmes crap off the museum bed and break the motherfucking frame as I barreled my cock into that soft, velvety flesh.
I had no control when it came to Jasmine.
Tesoro.
My love.
My future wife.
I remained imprisoned within her heart, and if the warden brought me a key to free myself, I would fling the little thing at him.
I was finally free.
Of all the hollowness that took up space in my chest.
Of all the pleasure seeking flings with other women.
Of the need to have more than who I’d given my heart to.
I’d escaped this dark thing that I’d lived in for years, and hadn’t even realized it was there, until she came around me.
This was love.
That I was sure of.
Love didn’t resemble romantic comedies and TV sitcoms, where it all came together in the end. Love served as that strong connection between two people that could never be unbroken.
Not by death or other women.
Not by serial killer fathers and emotionally manipulative mothers.
Not by society.
Not by my father.
Not by a hurricane or any other natural disaster.
I breathed her in, the first day I kissed that beautiful cunt and told her she would be mine, and now ...
I would never exhale.
I could choke on her,
die with her inside of me.
Jasmine’s voice broke my thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”
“How much I love you.”
A smile spread across her face. “I love you, too.”
“Tell me about Sherman.”
“Why, Chase?”
“Maybe we can use him.”
“According to Troy, the only person that can control him is Mom.” She blinked a few times and then looked away.
Oh, tesoro. How are you doing with Troy’s death?
I pulled her into my arms. “I love you so much. Anytime you need to talk, come to me.”
She leaned against me. “On my fourteenth birthday, Sherman killed my rabbit.”
“You had a rabbit in South End?”
She lifted her head up. “Hey, I can have a rabbit in the hood.”
“I don’t know. I rode through that area. I believe someone would have stolen that rabbit.”
“Definitely. Crackheads would catch squirrels around the park, cook them up, and sell them for a couple of dollars on the streets. I’m sure they would’ve taken my rabbit and got paid.”
I cringed. “I’m not a fan of rabbit meat.”
“I am.”
“Of course you are.” I kissed her forehead. “Why did Sherman kill the rabbit?”
“Because I had a boy bring me home.”
“That’s it?”
“He thought I was dating him, and all my brothers had told me that I couldn’t talk to any boys like that. I was forbidden.”
I grinned. “Yes, that’s probably why I like Sherman so much.”
“My brothers were freaking crazy.”
“I think they were protective.”
“Psycho protective. Either way, he watched me step out of the car and close the door. The guy that had brought me home was just a kid I knew in Algebra. I’d missed the bus from staying in class and talking to the teacher. He offered me a ride home because he was nice—”
“And he wanted to fuck you.”
“No way.” She shook her head. “He was just a boy from math class.”
“I’m a man, and I know many of them. I was also a fourteen-year-old boy. You, my lovely tesoro, have some of the biggest, pillowy breasts I’ve seen. And then those luscious hips of yours and ass.” My body heated. I had to stop talking just to make sure I didn’t rip her clothes of and go in for round two.