Total pages in book: 224
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
“Is Reese okay?” she asks as I cross to join her.
“He’s worried about us,” I say. “Blake is updating us in the morning.”
She rushes toward me and those are all the words I have left. The minute she’s in my arms, I kiss her, drinking her in, needing the taste of her on my tongue. I need and need and right now; her in my arms, her on my tongue, her naked and me inside her.
Elijah—gone.
I need that man gone.
And soon, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
He will be gone.
Chapter one hundred four
Reid
I’m angry with Carrie.
I don’t realize just how much until I’m kissing her, standing here in the foyer of our apartment with her and that damn adorable little cat, now like my family. We’re good, really damn good together, and that means she needs to fucking stay safe, not poke the bitch of a bear that is anything Elijah, or tonight, Tabitha.
I press her against the door, my legs caging hers, hands at her waist. “You, woman, need to learn to listen. I didn’t even want you to be down there with Tabitha and what did you do? You pushed her.”
“She deserved to be pushed.”
My hands slide up and down her waist and under her shirt until I pull it over her head. I unhook her bra, shoving it open, my gaze raking over her breasts and lifting to her face. “You deserve to be punished.”
“Punished? Careful, Reid. You might be the one who gets punished.”
“I don’t think so, baby,” I say, turning her to face the door, and stepping into her to pull her bra away. “You put yourself in the line of fire with Tabitha.” I cup her breast and drag her against me. “I told you not to let her get to you.”
She twists around to face me and grabs my shirt, her eyes blazing hot now, her temper burning in their depths. “You got to me. You grabbed her. You—”
I cup her head and kiss her. “Don’t give me reasons why, Carrie, or I swear I’ll spank your pretty little ass.” My voice is low, rough, my mood darker by the moment with a flashback of her confronting that crazy bitch. “I do not want you hurt.”
“You can spank me all you want. I’ll come and you can do it again, but you won’t do it like it’s punishment. Who’s going to save you if I leave you?”
“No one,” I breathe out. “That’s the point.”
“Stop being so paranoid. You’re suffocating me with worry.”
My anger spikes all over again and I tangle rough fingers in her hair. “You want me to ease up? You want me to stop worrying so fucking much?”
“Yes,” she declared. “Please. Yes. Now.”
“Then listen to me when I tell you someone is dangerous. This isn’t paranoia. My gut is right. This is dangerous. Blake feels it too, so you need to fucking listen to me, Carrie. Do not poke that bear. Do you understand?”
“Reid—” My mouth closes down on hers, and that need to just feel her is back, expanding, clawing even.
My hands are all over her, my mouth on her mouth, her neck, and while her anger has her holding back, it’s a fast snap before she’s right there with me, kissing me, touching me, feeding off my emotions, because that’s Carrie. She’s always right here with me, always all the way in. It’s a wild rush of heat and fire, on the verge of desperation and it’s not long before we’re both naked and she’s pressed against the door, one leg at my hip, and I’m pressing inside her. The feel of her around me, all warm and tight, centers me right here in this room, in our apartment, our home. This is all I want to think about, all I want to feel, all I need and that all comes back to her. I cup her backside and lift her. Her legs wrap my waist and it’s a pure eruption of need that follows in the form of ten shades of grinding and fucking against the door that doesn’t stop there. It’s not enough.
I carry her to the couch and take us both down, side by side, facing each other, kissing, my hand cupping her backside, pulling her tighter against my cock, even as I pump into her one final time. It’s raw and real like nothing has ever been with anyone else before her, like nothing ever can be with anyone else, ever. When we both relax into the cushion and each other, we suddenly have a cat on the cushion above us, meowing in our faces and it’s as if all that tension from downstairs, vanishes. Carrie and I are laughing, and we’re both stroking Kesha’s head.
“Just think about when we have a dog too,” Carrie teases after we make a few necessary adjustments and I pull a blanket over us where we now sit on the couch.