Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Her head falls back into the clothes, her eyes heavy with lust. I can’t imagine mine look any different. “What’s it going to be, Mak?”
She bites down on her bottom lip. Opening and closing, she attempts to speak. We’re so close, I can feel her heartbeat hammering against mine. It’s barely noticeable, but she slowly nods. “Yes. . .”
“Yes, what?” I push her.
“Yes, I want to feel that.”
She’s so damn beautiful. And eager. Shy in the best way while open for adventure. My cock jerks, and I pull away, causing her to almost fall forward into me. “Well, you're a kinky little thing, aren't you? Good to know. I was messin’ with you. No box of toys. But I did bring home dinner. Hungry?” I turn and walk out, an ear-to-ear grin on my face.
“You asshole!”
“Nope. Just hungry. You like pasta? Or would you prefer the ball-gag?” I duck as a shoe sloppily flies at my head. I really love that football, but thrusting my cock deep inside her, fucking the fury out of her. . . damn. It would be so good, I’d probably go blind.
“You’re seriously an asshole. And that was crude. Clearly, I was just appeasing you and your disgusting behavior.” She trails behind me, trying to say something to save face.
My chest heaves with laughter. I stop and turn around, and she almost runs into me. “You were appeasing me, huh?”
She swallows deeply. “Yeah. You’re a pig.”
I fight back my smirk and lift my hand to cup her cheek. “I might be a pig, but you, my little dirty bird, have some secret desires we both just discovered. Maybe once these days are up, I’ll treat you to a nice going away present.” That only throws more gas on the fire, but the way her pupils dilate is worth it.
“Now, let me feed you. I also have the fire report. We can discuss it over dinner.” Her anger quickly fades, and she backs down. She follows me into the kitchen, and I begin the prep work for dinner. Makayla sits at the table while I cook, but I sneak a glance every so often. She’s becoming antsy.
“Okay, just tell me what you found out.”
I empty the container of ground sausage into the frying pan. “It’s conclusive as arson.”
“What does that mean?”
I fill up a large pot with water and place it on the stove. “Someone deliberately set that fire.”
“But Jenny told us what happened, right? We know it was an accident.”
“Yes. She gave us some direction on how she thought it could have started, but what fueled it? The report came back with those answers.”
“And? I don’t understand.” I take in her expression. She’s definitely confused. I believe her when she says she had nothing to do with it. But someone did.
“The fire started from the gas, but most likely in coordination with a lit candle.”
Her eyes widen. “How’s that possible? I didn’t light a candle.”
I hold eye contact with her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I didn’t light a candle. I never even went into the kitchen after I came home. Only Jenny did—wait. . . you don’t still think? Absolutely not. She would never.”
“Mak, how do you know that? You said she was house sitting next door—which means you haven’t known her long.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Just think about it. I’m not trying to point fingers here. Just showing you the facts. Someone lit a candle. Someone turned the gas on.”
She shakes her head. “If she intentionally did this, why would she say what she did?”
That’s something I’m still trying to figure out. As much faith as she has in her friend, something doesn’t sit right with me. I can tell it’s causing her stress, so I drop the subject. There’s no need to stress her out until all the facts are on the table.
“I don’t know. But when I’m back on shift, I’m going to meet up with an arson investigator from the police station who used to work on cases with my father. The best of the best. Gonna meet him at the house. Maybe we’ll get more answers then.”
I hate the strain in her eyes. “I told you. I got you. No need to worry.”
It takes a moment, but she finally concedes. Nodding, she drops the subject. “Did you want any help with dinner?” she asks, her sweet tone back.
“Nah, I don’t want you to get your mittens dirty.”
She rolls her eyes. “Ha ha. Very funny.”
I serve us up a tasty Italian sausage pasta dish. She drops her fork twice before finally getting a bite into her mouth. I can barely eat myself because I’m so focused on her little sounds of pleasure as she chews. Each sexy moan creates a tightness in my jeans. The second bite takes longer. After dropping the fork a third time, I snatch it up.