Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I didn’t spare anyone else a second glance as my bike roared to life, and I put it into gear.
My mind on what was lying ahead.
And that, my friends, was vengeance.
The cold, hard, tear the fucker’s heart out, type of vengeance. It’s a beautiful thing.
Chapter 10
A beard is like the magic key of the panty world. If a man has one, he can get into any woman’s panties that he wants to.
-Fact of life
Sawyer
I arrived home from work in a fog.
It was storming, and I was glad that I had a car now.
That ride would’ve been difficult on my bike.
It was bad enough in my little car.
I’d had to detour four different times due to high water on the road.
I’d tried to call my brother, but the one time he wasn’t up in my business, I couldn’t get a hold of him.
The rain was so bad that I could barely see through my windshield, despite my wipers being on full blast.
I pulled into Dallas’ driveway, annoyed to see the entire thing lined with cars.
I’d forgotten that he’d said that a few of the members of the fire department were coming over.
“Explains why he didn’t answer my call,” I muttered grumpily, as I pulled up to the only open spot on the curb, which happened to be two houses down from where I should be parking.
My phone rang when I was stuffing things into my bag to try to keep dry, but I left it there.
I’d check it when I got home…if it still worked.
It was a cheap one I’d gotten from Wal-Mart when I’d gotten my second paycheck from Dr. Zack.
Purse stuffed to the brim with my things, and two grocery bags in each hand, I bailed out of the car and slammed the door shut behind me, only realizing that I’d left the keys in the ignition.
Shit!
I spun around and yanked my door back open, pulling out the keys hastily.
This time, when I slammed the door shut, I locked it with the key and started to run to the house.
My tennis shoes were soaked through due to the ankle high water that was running down the street along the curb, but I kept going, in a full-out sprint.
I passed all the nice cars, as well as my brother’s house, detouring straight to the garage apartment entrance.
I fumbled with the keys once again at the door to the apartment, but the door swung open without me having to do a thing.
“Get in here,” Silas ordered through my surprise.
I went, dropping the grocery bags in the entranceway once I passed over the threshold.
“Shit, it’s pouring out there,” I gasped.
Silas snorted.
“Got here before the rain…guess it’s good we’re at your place so you’ll be able to change clothes…after,” Silas said.
I blinked, but not because of the water that was pouring from my hair into my eyes, but from surprise.
“What?” I asked.
He smiled, and I shivered.
“Cold?” He asked, taking a step forward and divesting me of the rest of my bags.
I nodded.
I was cold.
But it wasn’t the cold that made me shiver, it was the smooth sound of his luxuriously deep voice and the way it seemed to slither down my spine.
“What’d you get?” He asked, placing the bags on the counter and looking through them
“Beer and stuff for spaghetti,” I answered going to the bags and putting the meat away and handing him two bottles of beer.
Spaghetti was easy and filling, but also something I could have for the rest of the week for lunch.
Or would have been…had the power not went out twenty seconds later.
“At least the beer is cold,” Silas said.
I heard the distinct sound of the cap being pried off my non-twist-off capped beers and blinked into the darkness.
“What’d you just open that with?” I asked, stunned.
Suddenly I felt the cool, sweating bottle of beer pressed against my arm, and Silas’ deep, rumbly voice close to my ear saying “My hands.”
I swallowed, taking the beer from him that was still touching my arm.
“Thanks,” I said.
Then, as an afterthought, I said, “There’s a bottle opener hanging next to the sink.”
Silas laughed. “Got it.”
Then he took off the cap of the second beer.
“Let’s go take a shower,” he rumbled.
I jumped, turning to face where I’d heard his voice.
“You scared me,” I said. “And I can’t. You just opened my beer. If I get in the shower, it’ll get warm.”
“So bring it with you,” he said, taking a hold of my arm and pulling me in his wake.
“How do you know where to go?” I asked as I followed him. “And how are you missing all the things on my floor?”
He didn’t answer.
My hand felt dwarfed in his, convulsing slightly when he said, “Take your clothes off.”
I felt around for a flat surface, finding what I thought was the bathroom counter, but couldn’t tell, and set the beer down.
Then I took my clothes off, as demanded.
The shirt came off easily, followed shortly by my bra.
But when I went to hook my fingers into the waistband of my jeans to drag them off, I froze when I felt the warm, wet mouth close around my erect nipple.
I hissed in a breath when Silas’ beer bottle pressed against my back, making me push into him to escape the icy coldness of it.
He chuckled when I clutched at his head.
“Silas,” I moaned. “It’s cold!”
He left me then.
Pulling away from my breast with a soft ‘pop’, he turned the shower on.
I missed his presence immediately, audibly whimpering, causing him to chuckle darkly.
I started on my pants in the interim, pulling them with difficulty down my legs, and letting them pool at my feet.
I used my feet to step on the hem on either side, pulling my legs free of the restrictive, wet denim.
When I pushed my panties down, I felt Silas’ hands find a home on each of my hips, while his unclothed cock pressed up against the seam of my ass.
“Grab your beer,” he commanded.
I did.
The moment I had it solidly in my hands, I was lifted free of the floor and placed in the shower where the deliciously warm water started to seep over my chest and neck.