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 was letting her do all the work, my hands fisted behind my head, as I watched her take what she needed.
Her breasts were jolting with each slam of her hips, and I was counting to one hundred in my head to keep myself from coming before her.
I was doing a shitty job of it, too.
If she didn’t hurry, I’d come without her.
Literally, blow everything before she even crested.
In fact, I was focused on ignoring the way she was slamming down on me, giving me everything that she had to give, when I heard the sound.
A sound that one shouldn’t hear in the dead of night.
I’d woken Kennedy up around two in the morning after I’d felt her ass pushing up against my cock for over an hour.
Finally giving up, I’d rolled her over on top of me, and then fitted my cock to her entrance.
Which led us to now, her still riding me, and me hearing a noise.
It sounded like a door opening.
One that I didn’t use every day, because it creaked slightly, and thankfully so, since it was now alerting me to the fact that someone was entering into my domain.
Gertie must’ve heard it, too, because he started barking.
At first, it was just an alert bark—kind of like, Hey! I heard that!
But then it turned into something more sinister. Into something that was akin to “you shouldn’t fucking be in here.”
The barks were ferocious, and I had Kennedy rolled off of me and pushed to the floor within seconds.
All my honed instincts from my military days and then from my auto-recovery days, had me on my feet, sliding my pants on and reaching for my gun in under ten seconds.
Only, I no longer had a gun.
I had a fucking baseball bat.
There were two fucking things that you didn’t do when you were in a gunfight.
One, you didn’t pursue if you didn’t have anything adequate to protect yourself.
Two, you didn’t bring a knife—or a fucking baseball bat—because that was the first thing that would get you killed.
“Call the cops,” I ordered, then opened the door and closed it just as quietly.
She didn’t argue, and I could hear her scrambling behind me. Then I cursed.
If I could hear her, that would mean that someone else could hear her, too.
I backed into the shadows of the hallway and stepped quietly, sticking to the side and letting my back just barely skim against the wall so I didn’t hit anything that Kennedy and I had left when we’d gotten home yesterday.
Like our clothes and our shoes.
A hoarse curse, followed by a short bark of gunfire, had me moving faster.
The most eerie thing was the utter silence that followed.
No more barking. No more movement.
No nothing.
And I knew.
Gertie wouldn’t have stopped barking.
He wouldn’t.
Sick to my stomach, I finally hit the end of the hallway and glanced around.
There was nothing there.
At least not at first glance.
My eyes were adjusted to the darkness, but there was enough moonlight shining through the curtains of the living room for me to see that there was a large black lump on the ground next to the couch.
There was also somebody sitting in my chair.
“Turn on the lights and join me.”
I knew that voice.
It was one that would haunt me for the rest of my life.
The man who had been responsible for framing me for a crime that I did not commit.
“I can see you. I have night vision eyewear on,” Balthazar drawled the moment I’d started to move. “Now, come out from behind that wall or I’ll have my associate kill the woman.”
I swallowed thickly and stepped out, knowing from some sort of sixth sense that he wasn’t joking.
He had someone in the house with him, and somehow, some way, he’d gotten that associate in without me realizing it.
“I’ve taken care of the leaks in my organization,” he said the moment I reached for the lights. “Thank your source for rectifying one of my problems for me. It’s hard to know who tells what lies. Though, it’s true that my prized peacocks were killed, only one man knew that. Now that man is no longer in my employ.”
I growled under my breath and tried not to freak the fuck out.
Then, hoping I was right and he hadn’t taken the goggles off, I flipped the lights on and started to move.
All at once I flew into action, and I was rewarded for my quick actions.
Balthazar doubled over as he practically yanked the glasses off his face and threw them to the ground in his haste to get them free.
I knew the feeling.
It hurt like a son of a bitch to have happen.
“The only problem with the infrared night vision goggles?” I growled, hefting my bat. “Is that you have to adjust your eyesight. Fuckin’ hurts to have light added to your vision with those bad boys on, doesn’t it?”