Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
The last thing he wanted to do was scare her, so he opened the door and stepped into the kitchen.
Faith turned to him with a huge smile. “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“Did you have a good jog?”
“It was … interesting.” He closed the door, relishing the warmth that wrapped around him. “What are you doing up so early?”
“I’m always up early. Anne showed me how to work the coffee pot yesterday. I was more of an instant girl, and I’ve seen you come and go quite early, so I figured I’d be ready with a coffee for you.”
“Thank you.” He watched as she poured him a cup of coffee and presented it to him.
“Anne said you liked it dark in the morning, especially after having a grueling time working out.”
He took the cup from her and took a sip. “You really didn’t have to do this.”
“Is it bad?”
“No. It’s nice.” He sipped some more of the coffee so she didn’t feel bad.
The smile she offered him was so damn sweet. Faith, for all of her macho attitude, was a sweet woman.
“Would you like something to eat? I make a mean French toast.”
“Sure.”
He sat at the counter, watching as she worked. She no longer looked skittish around him, and he liked watching her … a lot. He was as fucked-up as his brother.
Hope had really tamed something within Beast. When he stared at Faith, the only taming Caleb needed was that of his cock.
Watching her work, even looking like she’d just woken up, his cock was hard, ready for action.
There was no denying that Faith was a beautiful woman, even with her curves. She was all tits and ass, all in the right places. Sipping at his cooling coffee, he watched her ass while she stood at the stove cooking his toast.
The scent was making him hungry, but the thought of bending her over the counter and feeling her tight cunt made him even more so.
Glancing down the length of her back, he took in her fluffy white boot slippers, and even they didn’t help detract from his arousal.
She finished his toast and placed it in front of him, which caused her to bend forward. The nightshirt she wore gaped at the front, giving him a good view of her tits.
Forcing a smile to his lips, he took a bite of the food, not really tasting it but feeling the need to fuck, and fuck hard.
Unable to take his gaze away from her, he waited for her to take a seat, and she did, completely oblivious to the pain he was in. He wanted to fuck her so hard.
“Is your food okay?” she asked.
“It’s fine.”
He hadn’t taken her to belong to him as some kind of sex toy to help relieve his needs. There hadn’t been another alternative, since he couldn’t bring himself to leave her with a man who was willing to sell her for a debt. When it came to Faith, she made him feel so fucking much, and he didn’t get it. Women were all the same, but when he was with Faith, everything felt different. Her father was going to use her in any way he saw fit, and Caleb didn’t like that.
They finished their food in relative silence. There wasn’t any awkwardness, or at least he tried not to show that he was in fucking pain.
The shorts he wore seemed to be getting tighter with every passing second, and it was starting to piss him off.
Once their food was finished, Faith took his plate and stood at the sink. He gulped down the final bit of his coffee and moved up behind her.
“You may not think it, but you really need to start wearing clothes downstairs.” He pressed his body against her.
For a split second she tensed up as he made her aware of his rock-hard cock.
“Some men don’t have as much control as me.”
Before he could do anything more, he pulled away and left the room.
A cold shower was in order, and if not, he was about to have some happy time with his fist.
****
Faith stared out at the garden where Beast and Caleb were talking. There was no sign of Hope today, not that she minded. She still had a great deal of coursework to do, and that was what she was supposed to be doing right now, studying. Instead, she stood at the window, and watched Caleb. She didn’t care about Beast. He seemed too … mean for her.
Caleb had that mean streak though.
No one messed with him, and she imagined he was a force to be reckoned with. Both men were.
Teasing some of her hair through her fingers, she thought about the other day at the kitchen sink when he’d pressed his body against hers.
She’d not been afraid. Far from it.
The instant hit of pleasure had taken her by surprise. Her nipples had grown hard, and her pussy so slick. She’d not wanted him to leave, and when he had, she’d mourned the loss.