Total pages in book: 195
Estimated words: 185573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 928(@200wpm)___ 742(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 928(@200wpm)___ 742(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
“That’s between the two of you,” I answer.
“She’s no good for him,” Bethany hisses under her breath. “She’s not even here when he needs her, and running this company has been so stressful for him. If she really cared, she’d be here taking care of him, but she’s not.”
“Look,” I tell her. “Bianca is a good person. If you and Adam want to fuck around, that’s between you. But I don’t want to get involved, and I don’t want to listen to you shit-talk her.”
“I’m sorry,” she says quickly. “I didn’t mean to offend. I thought since you’re his brother, maybe you could talk some sense into him. They’d both be better off apart. He just doesn’t know how to end it.”
“I have to go.” I climb up into the truck, and she calls after me.
“Just think about it.”
Chapter 63
Madden
“Hey.”
Bianca stirs from sleep as I brush the hair away from her face. She looks so comfortable in my bed, I didn’t want to disturb her, but I didn’t want her to panic when she wakes up and finds me gone, either.
“What’s going on?” Her eyes move to the duffel bag on the floor.
“I have to go somewhere,” I tell her. “I might be gone for a couple of days.”
Her brows pinch together in concern. “Why?”
“I have to do something.” My thumb brushes over her cheek. “I’ll explain it when I get back.”
She doesn’t argue, and it bothers me. I’ve sensed her distance since we visited Zoe and Jackie. I don’t know what’s going through her mind, but I know she’s worried. That wasn’t my intention for bringing her there, but I knew it would probably happen, regardless. I just wanted her to understand what’s at stake. The reasons I can’t run and why I have to face this head-on. Which is what I intend to do with this trip to Texas.
As tempting as it is to allay her fears right now and tell her the truth, I don’t want to get her hopes up. Not until I know what’s in that safe, or if it’s even still there.
“Birdie’s going to come stay with you while I’m gone,” I say. “She’ll be here in an hour. And this is so you can contact me if you need anything.”
She glances down at the phone on the nightstand when I tap it, and something shifts in her expression. She understands what this means. I’m putting my trust in her.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I lean down and brush my lips against hers before I get up to leave.
“Wait, Madden.” Bianca grabs my hand and tugs me back.
“What is it?”
She kicks off the covers and crawls out of bed, flinging her body against mine. It catches me off guard, and when she leans up on her toes to kiss me, I grunt at the impact. This time, she doesn’t let me go. There’s a frantic energy in her this morning as she attacks my belt buckle and paws at my clothes.
I need to go, but right now, I don’t fucking care. I let her have her way with me as she sinks to her knees and sucks my dick into her mouth as deep as she can take it.
“Fuck,” I groan, my fingers tangling in her hair.
She takes me to the edge and then looks up at me with her dark eyes and a request I’ll never for the life of me forget.
“Fuck me.”
I drag her up and whip her tank top off and toss her onto the bed, breasts bouncing, pussy wet and ready for me. I’ll never get tired of this, and I want to tell her as much when I lower my body over hers and shove her thong aside.
That thought gets lost in my head as she wraps her legs around me, and I thrust deep into her warmth. She arches up with a gasp, her nails digging into my back as she pulls me closer. I fuck her into the bed as her lips find mine, and she kisses me like it’s our last day on earth.
I’m hanging by a thread when I reach down between us and rub her clit roughly to get her up to speed. There’s nothing gentle about it when she comes, and relief pulses through me when I unleash inside her with a growl. My cock is still twitching when she brings her fingers up to my face and strokes me there. We’re both breathless, and something has shifted in her eyes, but I don’t know what it is. She’s looking at me like she doesn’t want to let me go, and it makes it hard to fucking leave.
“Keep this warm for me.” I thrust into her one more time. “I want it ready when I get back.”
Her eyes are soft as she looks up at me and nods. There are more declarations on the verge of tumbling free from my mouth, but I tell myself it will be better if she hears them when I return with an idea of where to go from here.