Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Conditions,” I reminded her.
Her voice came out breathy as she said, “I don’t want you to think this is permanent.”
I snorted. “Why can’t I think it’s permanent?”
She opened her mouth, just to close it as fast. “Well, mostly because it’s not.”
“Why isn’t it?” I asked.
She frowned. “Because it can’t be. We don’t have a relationship. I’m not moving in here because I want to be moving in here. I’m moving in here because Sheriff Graydon is just sneaky enough that he could figure out what’s going on.”
I scoffed. “That old fool will never figure a thing out. The only reason he even came close to guessing about that dumbass you offed is because he fit the bill. Pedophile. Not punished for his crimes. And now he’s missing. I’m sure one’ll go missing next week, he’ll have searched for missing pedophiles that got what they deserved, and then he’ll come asking about that one next.”
She hissed out a breath. “Then why do you want me to be here? To be your alibi? To be your sex buddy?”
The smirk that turned up the corner of my mouth pissed her off.
She started shoving me away, and I tightened my hand around her throat.
She stilled completely, her eyes going wide, and I started to fuck her for real.
Her eyes were directed at me, filled with a small amount of fear.
But the way her pussy was rippling and practically gushing for me… well, that told a completely different story.
Her eyes closed then, and I felt the first signs of her impending orgasm start to show.
Her pussy undulated, her breathing hitched, and her nipples were tight points.
It was her ‘I’m gonna come’ though that had me squeezing just a little bit harder.
She came. And came hard.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed.
Her orgasm was like a bomb.
It set off a chain reaction in me.
Letting go of her throat, I caught both of her hips in my hands and started to fuck her for real.
Our hips smashed together like pistons, and the sound of slapping flesh filled the quiet morning air around us.
Our breaths were coming out in harsh pants, and when she came for a second time, I followed right along with her.
We collapsed next to each other, legs tangled, and sweaty bodies pressed so tightly together that we were slick.
“I want you to move in for multiple reasons,” I said quietly. “One of those being so I can fuck you any time I want, yes. But the others? Well, that’s for me to know, and you to find out, if you’re not a coward and move in.”
I wouldn’t build this relationship on a lie or a bribe or anything that she could later use against me.
If she wanted to stay, it’s because I wanted her there, and she wanted to be there. I wasn’t going to force anyone to do anything. Definitely not her.
She rolled over onto her belly, reached for the pillow, then yanked it down over her head.
“Go away. First thing you need to learn about me. I don’t do mornings. And I don’t do early mornings if I don’t have to go into work for at least another hour,” she replied, muffled.
I smoothed my hand up her ass, squeezed, and got a good view of my release oozing out of her pussy as I did.
It made me hard all over again.
But, sadly, I had duties.
One of those was walking Tex who was staring patiently at me with his leash in his mouth.
I rolled my eyes and got up.
“Come on, Tex. Let’s leave sleeping beauty to her rest,” I called to the dog.
CHAPTER 18
Holy fuck.
-Dutch looking at Wake
DUTCH
Officially moving in with Wake Westfield, day 1
“And what do you think I should do, Doc?” my patient, Rest, asked.
I looked at Rest and knew that he wasn’t going to like the truth bomb I was about to set off in front of him.
“Rest,” I said as I looked at my patient. Nothing else had worked up until this point. But here we were. “What, exactly, are you hoping to accomplish by staying single for the rest of your life?”
Rest blinked. “I’m hoping that by staying single, my mother will want to talk to me again after the fiasco with my ex.”
I shook my head. “Your ex had a part in hurting the relationship with your mother, yes. She lied, cheated on you, and stole from her. Of course, your mother isn’t going to like that. She also didn’t like how you handled the situation. However, your mother is an adult, she is more than capable of taking responsibility for her part in how this situation turned out. Do you want my professional opinion?”
Rest looked gob smacked. I’d never spoken so forcefully, or truthfully, with him before. Usually, I allowed Rest to get his sadness out, talk it over, and leave. Because, in all honesty, a patient had to want to make the change. And Rest had never wanted to make that change. He’d only wanted what he couldn’t have.