Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Well, all right, then. She started moving slowly at first. Then faster. Driving them both higher and higher. He reached down and tapped at her clit and she cried out. Placing her hands on his chest, she played with his nipples as she slammed down onto him.
It. Felt. Amazing.
“Loki! Loki!” she cried.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Right. Fucking. Now!” He roared with his release and it sent her over the edge. This climax was so hard and intense. She collapsed onto his chest.
Both of them were breathless and sweaty.
“I don’t think I can move. Please don’t make me move.” She didn’t think she could bear it if he sent her away right now.
“I won’t, Tink. I won’t.”
He held her until she heard her stomach grumble.
Oh crap.
Dinner.
“We need to get up and get you fed,” he said.
“Noo,” she grumbled. “Wanna stay here.”
“Your stomach says otherwise.”
“Don’t listen to it.” She opened her eyes. “Not moving. Unless you feel like showing me the playroom.”
“Nice try. You’re not seeing it until Saturday morning when it’s all finished. And don’t even try to sneak a peek.”
She pouted. She’d already tried that but he kept the door locked.
Loki rolled to his side and ran his fingers through her hair, then used it to tug her head back. “Did you eat lunch today?”
Hmm. Good question. She thought she might have worked through it.
“New rule,” he said in a low voice. “From now on, you text when you’re eating lunch.”
“What? I can’t do that.”
“Sure, you can. It’s simple. You’re owed a lunch break. When you sit down to eat the lunch I’m gonna start packing for you, then you text the family chat.”
Warmth filled her, wiping away her dismay at the new rule. “I love having a family chat.”
“I know, precious girl. Me too. Now, let’s clean up and go reheat dinner.”
“Don’t tell Remy we’re eating food that’s sat out for a while,” she told him. “He seems to have a strange thing about that.”
“I think he’s had a bit of a tough life since his parents died.”
“But it’s going to be better now,” she said.
“All of our lives are going to be.”
47
“Remy.”
Remy glanced up, surprised to see Clint walking toward him. He was just finishing up for the day and about to head back to his cabin.
“How are things going?”
“Good.” Remy raised an eyebrow, wondering where this was going. While Clint was a good boss and person, they weren’t exactly friends.
“Yeah? Just happened to notice you’ve had a face like thunder for the past couple of days. Is it the job? Or something in your personal life?”
Ahh, he’d forgotten the warning from one of the other hands that Clint was a nosey bastard, who liked to take care of everyone on the ranch like they were his children.
“Not the job.”
“So personal life? Woman trouble?”
“You really are nosey, huh?” he grumbled.
Clint just grinned, undaunted.
Remy wasn’t about to completely open up to a stranger. But the fact was, he was feeling off. He missed Isa. Hell, he even missed Loki. Talking on the phone and texting wasn’t the same. Sure, he’d see her tomorrow night at the quiz, but there was a part of him that wondered if they really needed him . . . missed him. Or now that he’d helped them get together . . . was he chopped liver?
Stop.
That’s not correct. They need you.
“Remy? You still with me?”
He grunted. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“So, anything I can help with?”
“Not really. I’m, uh, I’m bringing my girl out here this weekend to ride.”
“Yeah? Anyone I know?”
“Isabelle Ashley.”
Surprise filled Clint’s face. “She’s a sweet girl. I don’t know her well. For some reason, I always thought she’d end up with that Wilder guy.”
“She is with him,” he said bluntly. “She’s with me too.”
“Got it.”
There was no judgment on the other man’s face. Yeah, Clint was a good guy. The tension in Remy eased.
“Doesn’t she live with him?”
Clint was frowning as though trying to tap into his memory. But Remy got the idea that the guy had a mind like a steel trap. And that he knew more about Isa and Loki than he was letting on.
“Yep.”
“Can’t be easy being the odd man out.”
“I’m not,” he grumbled.
“No offense. Just meant because you’re here and they’re there. You know you’re welcome to have them out here anytime. Or to cut your hours if you need to commute back and forth some days. You already do the work of two men.”
Remy grunted. But secretly, he was glad for the offer. He would never object to spending more time with his girl. However, he also didn’t want to lose this job. He really liked working here.
And if he ever got to the stage of moving in with Loki and Isa, then he needed to be able to pay his way. No way was Loki supporting him.