Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I tried it again, this time touching the spot where he was scarred.
“Then?” I wondered.
He sighed. “I can feel everything there, dumbass.”
I pulled my arm back and slugged him in the stomach.
“What about that?” I countered.
He wheezed out a laugh, then blindly reached for me with shampoo still dripping down into his eyes and locked me against his chest.
“Yes, you little bitch, I felt that,” he said as he pinned me against the wall.
I gasped in surprise, loving the way he felt overpowering me, and stared up at him in surprise.
Seconds later I was once again lifted up and he was inside of me.
With each touch, his cock had gotten harder, until now, inside of me, he felt like he’d leave me stretched for days.
I wiped the shampoo free of his eyes.
When he finally opened them, they were on fire.
He slowly started to move his hips, and it was at that point that I vowed, if Nathan was in the house, I’d never take another shower alone again in my life.
***
“Let’s just go get you an overnight bag,” Nathan suggested as we walked out to his bike.
I shivered at the cold, but Nathan had tossed me his sweatshirt to wear.
I was pulling it over my head as he held out a helmet to me.
I frowned.
“This isn’t some helmet that’s been on every one of your chick’s heads, is it?” I asked, disgust starting to roll through me.
“No,” he rolled his eyes. “I walked over to Sammy’s place and borrowed Hastings’ helmet.”
I fitted it on my head. Hastings’ head was okay. Some random chick that’d been with Nathan? Hell no.
Excitement started to bubble up inside of me at the thought of being pressed up against Nathan’s back for a while—I’d wanted nothing more than to ride on his bike with him since I was sixteen and he’d gotten it—but a thought occurred to me as I’d gotten the helmet situated.
“We should probably take my car,” I admitted. “I have a thousand things I need to get, and though you say one overnight bag, I still need my nursing bag. Two changes of clothes. Toiletries. Makeup. My toothbrush. And my latte maker.”
“I have a coffee maker,” he pointed out as he hesitated near the bike.
“I know,” I said. “But my coffee maker is also a latte maker. I don’t drink regular coffee anymore. I drink lattes.”
Nathan frowned, thought about what I was saying, and then sighed.
He pulled the keys back out of the bike and shoved them back into his pocket.
“We’ll take my truck,” he said, his eyes going up to the sky. “It was just a really pretty day. There won’t be many more of these left. And I needed a ride after…”
After he’d found out that Eerie had broken the law and quite a few moral boundaries, he had a kid, and now he’d have to fight like crazy to get him.
Let’s not forget the icing on the cake—her naming that kid after the man that had killed his family.
“How about we go for a ride after we get my stuff?” I suggested. “It shouldn’t take me long there.”
Five minutes max at most. I already knew what I needed.
He looked hopeful as he gestured toward his truck that was behind us.
I walked to the passenger side and was already halfway in when I realized that Nathan had walked to this side with me to open my door—which I’d already gotten.
Once I was in, I allowed him to close it, though.
He winked at me and closed it, and I was struck with a mild heart attack at a wink, aimed at me, on Nathan Cox’s face.
I’d never in my life thought I’d be on the receiving end of one of those.
It was something he’d done for most of his life to everyone that wasn’t me.
His mom? Yes.
His sister. Double yes.
My mom? Yep.
Me? Hell no.
Nathan got into the cab of the truck and didn’t even realize I was having a meltdown beside him.
In fact, we drove all the way to my place before I’d even gotten myself under enough control to draw a coherent thought that wasn’t centered on Nathan and that wink.
“Fucking bullshit.”
“What?” I asked, startled out of my thoughts.
“Ol’ drug dealer Joe is back,” Nathan grumbled. “What the fuckin’ hell? He’s been gone when I do drive-bys.”
“He has a kid stationed out by the road behind a tree. They have a relay system. He gets a call that a cop is headed our way, he moves,” I answered.
I’d watched the shit out of my window on multiple occasions.
“You’re shitting me,” Nathan said, angry eyes turning toward me.
I shook my head.
“Actually, the kid had been down with the flu for ten days. That’s probably why he’d been caught that first time you showed.” I paused. “Or, at least seen.”
Nathan grumbled something underneath his breath and made a call.