Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
He knew what I’d do.
And I’d done it.
He’d let me.
But…seeing death day in and day out wasn’t something anybody could handle on a daily basis. There was only so much a person could take, and I’d reached that point.
I was just lucky my LZ—landing zone—had put me near Kayla.
Because she made me feel again when all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and pretend like life didn’t fucking suck.
“Janie investigated you for me after you told me what you did to Loki.” She paused. “I asked her to.”
“And you’re still here?” I repeated.
She stared at me, then moments later, she had her shirt up and over her head.
My breath caught in my throat.
“I’m here because I want to be here,” she informed me. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
Everything inside me clenched at hearing her say those words and meaning them.
Nobody ever meant them.
No one but her.
She meant every word, and then showed me she meant them by walking to me and placing a kiss on my throat moments later.
My hands went to her hips as her tongue came out and licked me along sensitive skin.
And, that was my downfall.
That was the moment that I let everything go.
I didn’t care about my past. I didn’t care about my future. I didn’t care that I was ruining her life and setting myself up with a permanent shadow over my shoulder in the form of a man who hated me and loved her.
I didn’t care.
Why?
Because her tongue felt divine on my throat.
The bare flesh of her arms felt like warm, soft silk.
I wanted her more than I wanted my next breath, and I was going to have her.
It was inevitable now, and, as I dropped my mouth to hers, I realized two things.
One, I should get saint status for holding out as long as I had.
Two, I’d never be the same.
My hands fit around her hips like they were made to be there, and my thumb glided up her rib cage, barely caressing the underside of her breasts. Breasts that were covered by the flimsiest looking bra on the planet.
“Why do you even wear this?” I growled against her mouth.
She giggled against my lips.
“If I don’t wear a bra, you can see my nipples,” she told me. “I don’t necessarily need it for support…”
No, she didn’t.
I unsnapped the bra at her back, then trailed one finger down her spine as she hunched forward and helped the bra slide off of her arms.
Then I looked down at her.
Her breasts weren’t big—far from it—but they were cute and perky with the prettiest nipples I’d ever seen.
They were a dusty rose color and sized perfectly to fit in my mouth.
I ran my thumb over them and stared into her eyes as I did.
“This is a really bad idea,” I tried one more time to give her an out.
In answer, she stepped away.
I thought for sure she was going to leave.
But when she got to the point where she could either choose to leave or to go to my bedroom, she chose me.
I watched her walk into my bedroom, shedding the rest of her clothes as she did.
I swallowed hard as she got to her panties, looked over her shoulder at me, and then dropped them.
Slowly.
She made sure I got one hell of a show before she stood back up, stepped into my room, and hopefully made her way to my bed.
Instead of following her, I exited my door, walked over to her place and grabbed the bags that were still in the same place they were when I’d dropped them there earlier in the day.
After locking her door, I went back to my place, looked over at Carmen and made sure to lock my own door. Then closed my bedroom door.
I loved my dog.
I did not love her watching me when I did stuff.
And I was about to do a whole lot of stuff to Kayla.
The moment she saw me, her eyebrows rose.
“How did you know those were for you?” she teased.
I dropped the bags on the bed, and a bottle of lube rolled out.
It was an industrial size. I didn’t realize that they made industrial size.
“If it wasn’t for me, I might’ve had to kill some man who thought he’d ever be good enough for you,” I told her bluntly. “If I’d heard that through the wall…let’s just say things wouldn’t have ended like you’d be expecting.”
She giggled, causing her breasts to bounce.
I swallowed, and then went for the hem of my shirt, shucking it up and over my head.
Her breath caught.
The next thing to go was my pants, leaving me in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.
The fabric barely contained my erection.
It was pulsing, angry, and deprived of everything that it wanted. And had been for a very long time.