Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Carter.” I continue stroking him the best I can. “Drive faster.”
Chapter 31
Carter
“You ready?” I straighten the lapels of the burgundy Burberry coat Mallory has draped around her shoulders. It’s still chilly out and I can’t have my girl catching a cold. I should have handled this weeks ago. I’ve been wanting to but Mallory kept telling me to let it go. That was until she woke up last night with a nightmare screaming that the cops had gotten her. That’s when I knew I had to handle it. She herself isn’t letting it go and I am finally going to put this shit to bed for everyone today.
“Born that way, babe,” she says, but underneath her light tone I hear a sense of anxiety. She knows we have to do this too. It’d be nice if she stayed here in our carriage house but when I told her that I was going to make a visit to her mom and the deadbeat boyfriend, she insisted on coming along. She tries to downplay her feelings for her mother but I know she has them. If anyone knows that shit it’s me. We both might have selfish mothers but on some level we can’t help but love them no matter how hard we try not to.
“Good. I’m nervous, though. I hope you plan on holding my hand the whole time.” I tuck her fingers into my pocket and lead her out the door.
“I know you’re lying to make me feel better,” she grumbles. Of course I am. I’d do anything for my girl to make her happy.
I throw a look over my shoulder. “Is it working?”
“Marginally. I’m more concerned about what trouble you’re going to get in. Mayor Al doesn’t have a lot of control in Hottenberg.”
If anyone would ask me how Mallory has changed my life, I’d have to say it’s that I’ve become less selfish. Before I would’ve gone in hot, which means I could’ve made a mistake or ten. I’m not alone anymore so I can’t be reckless like I was before. Mallory’s my number one now so every action I take impacts her. “I’m not leaving you alone, babe. Nothing is more important than me being with you.”
“Not even revenge?”
I unlock my Maserati and settle her inside before answering. “I don’t think there needs to be a choice.” I give her nose a bop with my finger before going around to my side. “I’ve never gotten in any serious trouble before this so I don’t see why I should get into serious trouble now.”
“So you’re not going to get physical with Ricky? Because when you first found the wallet, you ripped my shirt and said you were going to kill him,” she reminds me as I gun the Maserati down the drive.
“I ripped your shirt so that you wouldn’t leave and I think my exact words were ‘I’m going to bury this guy,’ which can mean a lot of different things.”
“I hope that those different things don’t include illegal activities.”
“I’m not taking a hit out on him if that’s what you’re asking.”
She sighs and settles back against the seat. “There is a lot of gray area between not taking a hit out on him and all the unspoken things you want to do to him.”
“Babe, don’t worry. I’ve got this taken care of.”
She falls silent so I reach across the console and tuck my hand between her legs. “I should make you drive,” I say, “and see how good you are at it while I’m finger-fucking you.”
“You’d need a new car,” she says but scoots down so that her hot pussy is resting against my fingers. Good thing I can navigate with one hand.
“I was getting tired of this piece of shit anyway.” I nudge aside her panties and stroke her rapidly swelling lips.
She wriggles against me. “Yeah, this is a terrible car. We probably need a bigger car with an actual backseat.”
“And maybe a driver.” I slide one finger inside of her.
“Yeah, a driver might be—” She lets out a gasp as I curl my finger forward to rub against that tiny patch of skin that makes her go crazy.
“Let go, babe. Don’t worry about a thing. Carter’s going to take care of all of it,” I croon. She does as I ask, tipping her head back, bracing her feet against the dashboard and riding my fingers until a nice orgasm ripples through her body. I keep my fingers there the whole ride, even after she falls asleep against the door because I want her to know I’m always going to be with her.
She comes to as the car slows down in front of a dated apartment complex. There’s no gate, just a big cracked asphalt parking lot. She makes me use some wetwipes from her purse to wipe my fingers off because the idea of me going into her mom’s house while Ricky is there with her scent on my body grosses her out. I kind of liked it, but I remind myself that it’s not about me. It’s about her, so I wipe off any trace of her and then kiss her hard.