Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I did, and covered not just me, but him as well. Except, by doing so, I also ended up grabbing him by the curlies, too, causing him to curse when he lifted me off of him.
“Oww!” he cried out, pausing midair in his attempt to unseat me from his cock. “You have my fucking hair down there in your iron grip.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing.
“If I let them go, you’ll get your…errrm, stuff…all over you,” I informed him. “I’m not any good at this yet.”
He started to laugh, and then pushed me over to my knees, cursing only a few times as I practically ripped his pubic hair straight out.
“Jesus,” he grunted. “Remind me not to do that again.”
I would’ve laughed, really, I would have, but I was scared for the integrity of the shirt I was currently holding over my vagina.
“Ready for a shower now?”
He watched me, eyes resting for a few long moments at the shirt between my legs, before he nodded.
“Yeah. Probably should,” he murmured. “I think I still have dirt in my hair. Another shower can’t hurt.”
The moment his big body was at my back, I smiled…and then led him to the bathroom.
Nothing had ever felt more right, yet so wrong, than they did right in this moment.
Chapter 15
Before coffee: Hates everybody.
After coffee: Feels good about hating everybody.
Evander
“So, are you ever going to tell me what you did to get a prison sentence?” she asked quietly.
I didn’t want to talk about it.
But this was the first time she was talking in well over an hour without breaking out in a crying jag, and I’d do damn near anything to get her to stop doing that.
“Do you want to hear what they say happened, or what really happened?” I questioned.
She turned her head to stare at me, and I let my eyes roam over her face.
Her eyes were puffy from crying, and her cheeks were still wet from the most recent bout of tears that’d wracked her small body.
How someone as small as her could hold that many tears, and cry that hard, was beyond me.
I wanted nothing more than to throw my arms around her shoulders and pull her securely in to my chest, but I knew that she didn’t need what followed me around like a black cloud.
I had the worst luck ever—hence, my prison sentence.
“Tell me what happened,” she ordered.
I sighed, knowing that this was going to hurt, seeing the look on her face when she heard what I did to get a prison sentence, but I chose to tell her anyway.
It was better to get this out of the way now so I didn’t get even more attached to her than I already was.
“I was driving home one night after work when I saw a woman walking down the side of the road.”
She raised her brows at me.
“That sounds familiar.”
I snorted out a gruff laugh.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Except, what I didn’t know, was that she was a prostitute.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“You…you picked up a prostitute?” she screeched.
I nodded.
“Saw a girl on the side of the road. Picked her up because she was in fucking heels, and I felt sorry for her,” I mumbled. “It was dark, and she was on the main road that didn’t even have a shoulder for her to walk safely on. Then, I realized that she was pregnant. So, I picked her up, and immediately got her to a shelter. I dropped her off and didn’t think another thing of it until I arrived at work the next day to find the police there waiting for me.”
“And what happened then?” she pushed, turning on the step to face me.
“I was arrested for the kidnapping and assault of the prostitute that I tried and failed to pick up the night before.”
“But…wouldn’t admitting that she was a prostitute send her to jail, too?”
I nodded. “Yes, and she got herself beat up while she was at it, too, so it could look all official and shit.”
“And what? Did she have any witnesses?”
I nodded my head.
“One.”
“And who was that?”
“The police chief.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“Hostel’s police chief?”
I grunted in reply. “The one and only.”
“So the man in charge of all the police in our town is dirty?”
I nodded again.
“What about all the other police officers?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know, and honestly, don’t care.”
“Why are you back?” she asked. “If they got you once, they can get you again.”
I grinned then, showing my straight white teeth to her.
“I wasn’t going to run and hide,” I admitted. “Doing that would show the dirty bastard that he’d won, and I’ll be damned if I give him that out.”
She grumbled under her breath. “Did you figure out why she accused you of all that?”
I grimaced.
“There was a drug dealer down the street from here that always did his deals right outside my house. Him and another guy would pull onto my property and do their business at the end of my drive. I was pissed off that the little fucker kept doing his shit on my street, let alone in front of my house, so I beat the shit out of him and told him to move along,” I murmured. “He didn’t take too kindly to it, so he got one of his girls to play the damsel in distress card.”