Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
He smirked. “I imagine so.”
Okay, so that was rude and cocky. I didn’t think I liked him much.
“Carmen is going to take out Zephyr after you warm him up. See how they work together.”
For the Bing Crosby Stakes. I already knew that was what this was about. They were looking at someone else more seasoned to ride Zephyr. He was their next champion, and they didn’t trust me on him. Or Thatcher didn’t trust me. It was his horse after all. This was business. I had to remember that. Carmen had been in big races and was a known winning jockey.
Just because I’d had Thatcher’s head between my legs did not mean I got to race his horse.
It still felt like a kick in the stomach. Even though I understood it, the pain remained, throbbing.
“Great,” I said tightly, not meaning to. “I need to get out there and start. See you later,” I replied, not even glancing back at Carmen and his smug face.
I took several deep breaths on my way out to the track. I had to let it go. The horses didn’t need to feel my emotions. It would mess with them. Taking another breath, I looked out at Pharaoh and got my focus centered. I was here to exercise the horses. All thoughts of Thatcher had to be closed off until I was alone and could deal with it.
• Twenty-Nine •
“I didn’t fuck you. If I had, your tight cunt would know it.”
Capri
My eyes snapped open, and the darkness in my room with only the moonlight coming in through the window told me I’d done it again. Woken up for no reason. Straight out of a deep sleep. Annoyed because it had taken me forever to go to sleep, I sighed and rolled onto my back.
The scream that came from my mouth was immediately muffled by Thatcher’s hand as I stared up at him, realizing the dark figure towering over my bed was him. My heart continued to hammer against my chest, but I stopped screaming.
What was he doing here? Better yet, how had he gotten in here?
I hadn’t seen him all day, and because my phone was lost, I didn’t know if he’d called or texted me. I doubted either. He wasn’t the type.
He removed his hand from my mouth, then traced my lips with his finger. My body did a complete one-eighty and went from terrified to excited just that quickly. My heart was erratic now for other reasons. He was here in my room again.
His finger trailed down my chin, neckline, and then played with the satin edge of my camisole. “I like this one best.”
This one what? My camisole? It was a white satin camisole top that had matching white sleep shorts. But he had never seen it or any of the things I slept in.
“You changed the sheets,” he said. His voice sounded raspy.
I nodded. “There was something on the others.”
The sadistic curl of his lips made me shiver.
“My cum,” he said.
His cum? Wait! What? Had we …
My eyes widened as I stared up at him, trying to remember more.
“Easy, little doll,” he said as his finger ran over my breast and started circling my nipple through the fabric. “I didn’t fuck you. If I had, your tight cunt would know it.”
My breathing hitched when I heard him talk about my cunt feeling him after he’d been inside me. I wanted to know that. If it was an ache or even pain, I wanted it.
“You were lying here, all precious and sated. Your thighs open wide. Your bare pussy wet and swollen. It didn’t take many jerks before I shot my load on that sweet skin.” He tugged up my top until my breasts were bare. His gaze stayed on them as he began to play with them. “You looked like an angel. My cum slipping down your flat stomach until running over your pink pussy lips and down your thighs.”
He’d jerked off over me last night while I was asleep. That was … bad. Right? Wrong? I hadn’t been conscious. I should be upset or horrified. Instead, I squirmed, needing to hear more. I loved the deep timbre of his voice, but it was better when he was saying vulgar things.
His eyes snapped up to mine. “You like that,” he said. “It’s making your pussy wet?”
I nodded slightly. No need to deny it.
He took the covers and pulled them back until they were crumpled on the floor at the foot of the bed. Reaching down, he took my right leg and lifted it, then laid it open.
“These are definitely my favorite,” he drawled. “White, pure, except here. It’s wet. The satin is darker. No one sees your dirty secret but me.”
I was panting. I could hear myself. My body was shivering. Every word he spoke, I was closer to ripping my clothes off and begging.