Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“We are on the way,” Kon said, not looking away from me.
Boone was already gone. Kon tightened his hold on my hips, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush.
“I have never been with a woman who is good,” he murmured against my lips. “You are sweet and soft, Lucy. So good. I am burning for you.”
His words made my skin tingle and my core ache with need for him. He hadn’t even kissed me, but I was so turned on I couldn’t think straight.
“You’re good, too,” I said against his lips.
He groaned. “There is a lot about me you do not know. I am not as good as you think.”
I wanted him to push me up against the wall right here and kiss me. Put his hands everywhere. He was going on a road trip tomorrow and though he was right here, his body pressed to mine and his touch making me weak, I already missed him.
“You’re very good to me,” I said.
A couple of seconds passed, his breath warm on my lips when he said, “I want you to know who I am, but not today.”
He kissed my forehead and stepped back. What did he mean? I wanted to know how Kon could be anything but the quiet, intense protective man I was falling for, but he was right that this wasn’t the time.
With a soft sigh, I led the way to the family room, where Sawyer was back on the couch, Andy tightening a blood pressure cuff on his arm. He greeted me and Kon with a surly glare.
“Pressure’s good,” Andy said, writing something in a small notebook.
“Do you even want this for yourself?” Wes asked Sawyer.
“I’ve made it clear I don’t.”
Kon shook his head. “He does not remember what sober feels like. If he won’t save his own life, we will do it for him.”
“Yeah, but it’s a losing battle if he’s going to run to the closest bar as soon as this is over,” Wes said.
“I’m not an alcoholic,” Sawyer barked.
I balked. “You drink a case of beer a day and look what’s happening to you from just a few hours without drinking on your usual schedule.”
Wes cleared his throat. “Sawyer, you look like shit and you never leave your house. Your whole life revolves around drinking. That’s alcoholism, man.”
My brother looked at Boone, who nodded solemnly, and then at Andy.
“Look at it this way,” Andy said gently. “If you aren’t an alcoholic, quitting won’t hurt at all. The more it hurts, the more you need this.”
Sawyer looked down at the ground for a few seconds, then swiped his cheeks with his fingertips and turned to face me. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
Six hours later, I was curled up at Kon’s side watching a movie with some of his teammates when a loud noise and yelling upstairs made me sit upright.
“What the hell was that?” I looked at him with wide eyes.
Lars got up from his seat next to Sheridan on the love seat and walked toward the stairway. I moved to join him, but Kon held me in place with his arm.
“Boone is up there,” he said. “He and Lars will take care of it.”
Unfortunately, we all knew it was Sawyer after a full day without alcohol. I dreaded his teammates leaving for the road trip tomorrow, because they’d been taking turns sitting in Sawyer’s bedroom. He was vomiting now, had a headache, and was edgy as hell.
“I’ll be here tomorrow,” Sheridan said, seeming to read my mind. “I can stay all day.”
I gave her a grateful look. “Thank you. I need to get groceries so that will help.”
“No, you will have the groceries delivered,” Kon said.
I opened my mouth to object, remembered the red SUV guy, and then nodded.
“What?” Sheridan looked between us, confused. “Kon, what’s it to you if she gets groceries?”
She didn’t know me well, but Sheridan was still looking out for me. I liked her.
“My ex is looking for me,” I said. “And if he gets to me…it won’t be good.”
Her expression softened. “Oh, girl. I’ve been there.” She looked at Kon. “I’ll pack a bag and stay here until you guys get back. And I’ll bring my gun.”
Boone walked into the room and sat down on a free chair. “What are we watching?”
“Is Sawyer okay?” I asked, getting up and walking over to Boone to see if I was seeing what I thought I was. “Did he give you a black eye?”
Boone grinned. “Yeah, that bastard’s faster than I expected.”
“No, you are just slower than shit,” Kon said.
“Only took me one minute to get your mom in bed.”
Kon’s gaze darkened and he stood. “I told you no more jokes about my mother.”
“How’s my brother?” I asked Boone, dying to go upstairs and check on him.
Boone’s expression sobered. “He’s been better, but don’t worry. Andy will be here soon to look in on him. And he’ll need a good drywall guy because he punched a hole in his bedroom wall.”