Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“I’m tired,” I snarl, ready to push him out of the way, but I’m not sure I have the strength for it.
“Okay. That’s understandable, but we’re taking you back to Steeleville,” Wrench says just as Cowboy comes up to me with a cowboy hat and a change of clothes. “Put these on, and we can go.”
“What the hell?” I ask, looking at my friends like they’ve lost their fucking minds.
“We don’t know if that prick is still here watching the hospital. He doesn’t know if she left, so if he sees you, he might shoot or just follow you, leading him straight to your woman.”
“Does everyone know about her already?” I ask them. My head is too damn fucking fuzzy for all of this.
“Yes. Hello. We’re all married and had a quick session in Boomer’s hotel room as soon as we arrived.”
“Does the man sleep?” I ask.
“On and off. Boomer’s napping at the hotel now. We’re all running on empty. I just slept five hours, so I’m good. Blade’s asleep, and so is Beast. Jackson’s holding down the fort in Steeleville; he’ll be ready and the most functional by morning.” We take our family dynamic seriously.
I get changed and meet them by the back exit near the staff parking lot and slide into the back seat while the two guys take the front seats. We drive off, and I can finally close my eyes. Damn, does it feel good to rest them for a bit. I’m so exhausted that I slept through the entire ride back to Steeleville. Once we hit the town limits, I wake up as if I know I’m home.
“I can’t wait—”
“You’ll have to wait to see her,” Wrench cuts me off.
I flip him off and continue finishing what I was going to say, “I was going to say take a shower. Still, I plan to see her soon since we should be safe here.”
“Yes, we need to tell her the truth,” Cowboy says.
“Tell her the truth?”
“She doesn’t know you’re safe.”
“Why didn’t you tell her?” I ask.
“If she knew you were safe, she might not have taken our help and come with us so we could protect her,” Wrench says.
“Blade said she’s stubborn, and so is her cousin,” Cowboy added with a chuckle.
Great, I’m going to have my hands full with my woman. I might enjoy having to make her see my way. “Okay. That’s fine. Send them to my apartment to come help me search for the man she’s looking for. Maybe I’m not the guy she’s actually talking about. Stalkers can be insanely delusional and see things that aren’t there. What if he wasn’t staring at me but at someone near me?”
“I don’t know. I guess that’s a big possibility. Shit. Either way, she will need to deal with you today.”
“Good. Bring her around one, so I can get some rest and freshen up.”
“Sounds wise. Try to get some sleep,” Wrench says.
“I will.”
The second I unlock my apartment door, I set my laptop case down, lock the doors, and then kick off my shoes. Stripping out of my new outfit, I’m down to my boxers before flopping down onto my stomach. It doesn’t take more than a minute before I lose all consciousness.
****
It’s hours later when I wake up. I look at the clock… too many hours later. My phone has buzzed several times, and it’s way past noon. Shit. I have ten minutes until my future wife should be here.
Fuck. I call Wrench, who answers on the first ring. “About damn time. Don’t worry. I’m not there yet. I figured you were still knocked out cold when you didn’t answer. We had security outside your door all day, just in case.”
“Shit, I’ll be ready in twenty minutes.”
“She’s getting ready. Sophie and Penny have been doing their girlie things and shopping up a storm for these ladies.”
“Okay. Send me the bill.”
“Not going to happen, but you know how it is. Now, get prettied up so the missus doesn’t see the ugly guy I picked up this morning.”
“Fuck off,” I grunt, rubbing my eyes.
“No, thanks. I got a wife for that.”
“Shut up.”
I end the call and rush into the shower, washing off the past day as fast as I can, but then my thoughts go to Andrea, and my dick stiffens painfully in my hands as I soap up the fucker. “Damn it, maybe I can be quick.”
I picture her playing in our own home just for me in nothing but a sexy pair of black lace panties and matching bra with my ring on her finger and her belly slightly swollen with my child. Fuck, my balls rise up, eager to explode already. “You sound wonderful, Wife.”
“Thank you, Husband. Anything you’d like to hear?”
“You screaming my name while riding my cock, but first, you know what I want.” She smiles and slides the piano bench out just a little while I move under it. Parting her thighs, I push her panties to the side and lick her hole, eating her slick little cunt, feasting on that wet pussy and getting it nice and soaked to take my big dick while she tries to play for me. She struggles to play the simplest tune, but the more aroused she gets, she can’t even play happy birthday. I lift her off the piano bench and pull off my boxers. Stealing the seat, I let her sit on my pole, sliding down while she faces the piano. “Go ahead and play while you ride me, baby.”