Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Giorgio and Leo arrived just after we did, and X planned to call in as soon as we’d all arrived.
I was sure Niall knew his real identity, but as far as I knew none of the Marchesis did. Lucien had his suspicions but no proof unless he was keeping it from everyone. How the hell had X kept his secret for so long?
I wanted to learn more about him, but if he found me digging, I was sure my expiration date would come up real soon. There were some people you just didn’t mess with.
I quickly grew impatient with the amount of time we spent arguing back and forth, strategizing and restrategizing as we formulated our plan. In the end, we more or less went with what Niall had proposed. We were going to set those bastards up, then we were going to bring every single one of them down.
The first phase of our plan involved finding out what had happened on the island after our escape and whether the main players were still there.
We put a call through to Walsh. He didn’t answer at first, but he called back a little while later and let us know everyone was still there and intending to stay. Swain planned to arrive the next day to clean up the mess the others had made.
That information couldn’t have made us happier.
It would have been easier to deal with them here on our turf rather than on an island with no escape routes, but knowing they were all there together was the next best thing.
Later, we communicated with Walsh again and decided to put our plan in motion the following night.
Giorgio, Leo, Devil, and Joe would accompany us, and I was sure they would try to get me to stay on one of the getaway boats, but there was no chance in hell of that.
We had less than twenty-four hours before we had to be on a flight back to the Caribbean. Niall and I were both exhausted, and I felt drained like I hadn’t slept a bit, even though I’ve been out for most of the six-hour flight back to Boston. I was definitely not at full capacity, but I didn’t want anyone to know how bad I felt. I also didn’t want to give up the chance to spend the night with Niall.
I told myself this wasn’t going to be our last night together. I had refused a goodbye fuck before we got on Arlington’s yacht, but I needed Niall now. I needed his hands on me. I needed to sink into his warmth, to hear him moan and whimper, to watch his face as he came.
He’d try to protest because I was injured, but I had no doubt I could seduce him. I knew exactly what to say.
X put all of us up in a house he owned near the airport so we’d be close by for our early flight and not in our own homes if someone came after us.
Niall and I were each given our own room, and I didn’t argue since I wasn’t sure he wanted the others to know that our fake relationship wasn’t so fake anymore. I headed to my room, intending to nap and then seek him out. I’d barely gotten undressed and under the covers before he let himself in.
He raised his brows when he saw me in bed. “That eager, are you?”
I snorted. “Damn right I am, but I thought you’d try to remind me I’m supposed to be on bedrest.
“You can rest, and I’ll do the work.”
“Fuck.” If he wasn’t arguing, he must need this as badly as I did.
Niall let his gaze sweep over me. “It’s been way too long since I touched you.”
“Yes, it has. Take off your clothes.”
“Do you think you’re going to give the orders when you’re in that condition?
“Fuck right I am. Now strip, get in his bed with me, and ride my cock.”
Niall pulled his sweater over his head and tossed it on a chair. Then he quickly shucked his pants, and my cock hardened fully as I took in the sight of him naked.
“Damn, you’re fucking hot.”
He smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself. I hope you’re not planning to stay under the covers like a nervous virgin.” I used my good arm to fling the covers off. He watched intently as I wrapped a hand around my dick and stroked. “I have no reason to want to hide this unless I’m hiding it in your ass.”
Niall raised his brows. “Seriously?”
I chuckled. “Get over here.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said, using a sultry voice like he had when talking to me publicly on the island.
“I don’t suppose you grabbed lube and condoms when you packed?”
Niall looked devastated. “I should have, but I didn’t. I’ll check the bathroom. X said the house was well stocked.”