Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Ha. You’re funny, Rory. What I mean is that you’re close to getting your period, so it’s unlikely you’ll become pregnant if we have unprotected sex.”
“True, but it’s no guarantee.”
“Then let’s take a walk on the wild side,” he says, his eyes sparkling. “I want to make love to you. Just you and me with no latex separating us. I want to feel all of you, Rory, and I want you to feel all of me.”
Then his mouth is on mine, and he’s wrangling the towel off my body.
My face is still a swollen and red mess, but he wants me. I feel it in his kiss, in his movements. He wants me, and he wants me without the barrier of a condom.
I won’t get pregnant—most likely anyway.
And part of me isn’t ready to stop being sad yet.
But part of me…
Part of me is horny as hell and wants Brock’s hard dick inside me now. Make that yesterday.
I grab his cock through his towel, grasp it, and squeeze.
“God…” he groans into my mouth.
My nipples are hard and taut, and they want his lips, teeth, tongue… But I won’t be the one to break this kiss—this kiss that’s like a narcotic.
A narcotic, and I’m addicted. So addicted.
And my pussy…
God, my pussy…
It wants his lips, teeth, and tongue…
It wants his cock. His hard cock, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…
But I won’t break this kiss.
I won’t break—
I jerk at the sound of my phone ringing.
Brock leaves my mouth, nibbles over to my ear. “Ignore it,” he whispers.
Good advice. I’ll ignore it.
The ringing eventually stops.
But then it starts again.
I pull away.
“Sweetheart…”
“I’m sorry. If it wasn’t anything urgent, they wouldn’t have called back right away.”
I fumble for my purse, find my phone. It’s Callie.
“Callie? What is it?”
“Thank God you answered. It’s Dad. He’s had a heart attack.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
BROCK
Donny and I sit in the waiting area of the hospital. Rory, Callie, and Maddie have gone into the back with Maureen to talk to the doctors. Jesse hasn’t arrived yet.
“Steel!”
Donny and I both look up.
Jesse’s running into the waiting room. “Where’s my mother?”
“In the back with your sisters,” I say. “They’re talking to the doctor.”
Jesse plunks down in a chair across from us. “Damn.”
“Go in there,” Donny says. “They need you.”
“Shut the fuck up, Steel.”
Donny shakes his head. “Really? You want to play the high school card? When your father is lying in the ER?”
He rises. “No. I’m not playing any card. I just need a damned minute.”
I raise an eyebrow at Donny, hoping he gets the idea. Now is not the time to bring up their stupid high school football rivalry. They’re eight years older than I am, and I feel like the mature one here.
Jesse rubs his forehead and temples, and then he stands. “Where?”
I point to the door. “They’re back there somewhere.”
He nods, heads to the reception area, talks to someone in scrubs, and then goes through the door.
“Unreal,” Donny says. “We were just having dinner with Frank.”
“I know. He’s in good shape. How does something like this happen?”
“Hell if I know. He’d better not die, damn it. If he can’t walk Callie down the aisle for our wedding, it will crush her. She loves her old man.”
“So does Rory. He understands her in a way Maureen doesn’t.”
“I know. Callie’s always talking about how close they are. With everything else she and Callie are going through… This can’t happen.”
I scan the room. The ER isn’t crowded today, but the few people in the waiting area all look haggard and frightened. They’re all waiting for news of their loved ones. I let my gaze drift to the door of the ER. A man and a woman walk in, speak to reception, and then sit down.
Another man walks in, and—
“Fuck,” I say.
“What?” Donny asks.
“Is that…? Seriously…?”
Donny follows my gaze and then rises and walks toward reception. “Lamone, what the hell are you doing here?”
Pat Lamone is indeed here, in the freaking ER.
“I’m having cramps,” Lamone says.
“You fucking son of a bitch.” Donny lunges at him.
“Sir!” the receptionist yells. “What are you doing? Security!”
I pull my cousin off Lamone. “Calm down, for God’s sake. You want to get arrested?”
Donny brushes off his shirt and jeans. “What are you doing here?” he says through gritted teeth.
Two security guards approach us. “What’s going on?” one of them asks.
“Nothing,” I say. “We’re good.”
“You sure about that?” The other eyes us, and he doesn’t look happy.
“Yeah, fine,” Pat says.
They don’t look convinced, but they head over to reception and talk to the woman there.
“What are you doing here?” Donny asks again.
“None of your business.”
He’s right. It’s not our business. But isn’t it interesting that he’s here while the entire Pike family is in the ER, waiting for news on their father?
“Tell me,” Donny says, “or I swear to God you’ll walk out of here limping.”