Dark Obsession (Whiskey Men – Wounded Heroes #2) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Novella Tags Authors: Series: Whiskey Men - Wounded Heroes Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
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“I can think of one thing I’d get out of this bed for,” she says.

I hold my hands up. “Now wait a minute. I think I like the idea of keeping you in my bed a little longer.”

She’s on the move, and when she stops next to me, she slides her hand in mine. “I think you’ll like this too.”

I pull her against my body, and I swear it’s as if she’s made for me. We fit perfectly together. I hug her and then don’t let her go. “Okay, I’m open to listening.”

She kisses my chest. “I’d love to shower with you.”

It’s like a kick in the stomach. It’s like she’s in my head because taking a shower with Olivia is what dreams are made of. “Yes.”

She giggles. “Yes. What does that mean, yes?”

I walk with her to the bathroom. “It means that any time you want to take a shower with me, the answer is yes. I’ll never say no to that.”

I turn on the hot water without releasing her.

“That’s good to know,” she says as she wraps her arms around my middle.

When the water gets warm, I help her into the shower. I crowd into her, not wanting to let her go. I’m so worried she’s going to get overwhelmed or something. “You okay?” I ask her again.

She slides her hands up my belly and presses against my chest. “I’m okay, Jason. I’m not freaking out, I’m not going to run. The only thing I’m thinking about is when will we get to do that again?”

I let out a hearty chuckle. “How about a shower, food, and then we do it again?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Yes?” I repeat.

She laughs. “Yes, shower, food and then sex.”

I almost correct her. This isn’t sex. There’s no way what we experienced is just sex. But I know it’s too soon for her to have me throwing the “L” word around. “Can I wash you?”

She pulls her hands from my chest but doesn’t say anything. I’m about to reach for her when she says. “I’m standing here with my hands up, bare ass naked, legs spread apart. You can wash me, Jason. You can do whatever you want to with me.”

I reach for her and pull her to me. Her wet, curvy body slides against mine in the best way. “You won’t regret it,” I tell her.

The mood shifts, and she’s silent. I feel her rise to her tiptoes and press closer to my body. Her breath is a whisper against my ear. “Please don’t hurt me, Jason. I know you don’t owe me anything, but please don’t break my heart.”

“I won’t,” I tell her.

She rests her head on me. “Okay, I’ll go first then.”

Before I can figure out what she means, she drops to her knees in the shower. Her hand and then her mouth is wrapped around my hard cock, and she’s taking me deeper than she was before. My hands thread into her hair, and I bunch it up in my fingers. She pushes me until I’m leaning against the shower wall. I have everything I want within reach; all I have to do is not fuck it up.

CHAPTER 22

OLIVIA

My hair is still wet. I’m in one of Jason’s shirts and I’m sitting next to him on the couch, We’ve showered, eaten, and had sex again. Right now, I’m sitting here trying to figure out how long I have to wait before we can go another round.

“What are you thinking?”

He’s always so worried about how I’m feeling and what I’m thinking. “You probably don’t want to know.”

He laughs, threading his fingers through mine. “Oh, I definitely want to know now.”

I lean my head on his shoulder. “I’m wondering when we get to have sex again.”

He laughs, and it’s loud, relaxed, and boisterous. “Woman, you are going to wear me out I can see that now.”

“Okay, I can give you a few minutes to recoup. Can I ask you something?”

He brings our hands up and kisses my knuckles. “You can ask me anything.”

“I’m assuming you’re going to Abby and Davis’ wedding next weekend, right?”

He nods his head. “Yeah, I’m one of the best men. Are you a bridesmaid?”

Just ask him, Olivia. Don’t be a wuss. “Yes, I’m the maid of honor, actually.”

He freezes next to me, and I raise up to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

He has a sour look on his face. “Pardon me if I’m not up on wedding etiquette. So you’re maid of honor and Kanan is best man. What does that mean?”

I laugh and tickle his sides to soften the blow. “It means that Kanan and I are Abby and Davis’ favorites.”

He grabs my hand. “I’m not worried about being their favorite. What I’m asking is does that mean you’re walking down the aisle with Kanan? And is there some kind of protocol where you have to dance with him?”


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