Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“I know you locked your door,” Alex says, his brows furrowed as he cuts me off.
My gaze shoots down the long hallway toward my apartment, and a sharp gasp tears from the back of my throat, finding my door hasn’t just been pushed open, but kicked in, breaking right through the locks. “What the hell?” I mutter, creeping toward my apartment, only Alex holds me back, his big hand curling around my elbow.
“Stay here,” he says, his whole body going rigid. “I’ll check it out.”
Not wanting to argue, I remain by my door as Alex slips inside my apartment, nervously peering in and hoping like hell whoever did this is already long gone. Hell, I’m just glad I wasn’t here when this asshole decided to break in. Who knows what they might have been looking for.
I track Alex across my apartment, watching as he moves around my living room and kitchen, checking inside my bathroom and then moving into my bedroom. I hear as he opens my closet and even drops down to look under my bed, and when he’s finally done, he strides back out of my bedroom. “It’s clear,” he calls out to me. “Whoever broke in is gone.”
Relief surges through my body, and I creep into my apartment, immediately getting hit with a familiar cologne as I glance over the broken door, wondering how the hell I’m going to fix this. I don’t know the first thing about hanging doors. Hell, I don’t even know who I’m supposed to call, let alone where I’m supposed to get a new door from.
Moving into my living room, I glance around, making sure nothing is missing, and from what I can tell, everything is right where it was when I left, which means the asshole who stormed in here wasn’t looking to raid my apartment, he was looking for me.
Anger bubbles through my veins, and I clench my jaw, knowing exactly who’s responsible for this, and considering the slew of jealous texts and missed calls I’ve been dodging for the past fourteen hours, I think it’s about time Crew and I have a little talk.
Alex walks right up to me, a smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t think anything’s missing,” he says. “But I did find something in your room.”
My brows furrow, and I look up at him, meeting his stare as fear begins pounding through my veins, my mind immediately taking me to the worst-case scenario. Crew is an asshole at the best of times, and he’s never done anything to make me question him, but this new crazed version of him . . . I don’t know what he’s capable of, and to be completely honest, it scares the crap out of me.
I stare up at Alex with wide eyes, waiting for him to break the news, my heart pounding so hard I fear I could collapse, but then he pulls his hand out from behind his back, my giant dildo braced between his fingers as a starved smirk crosses his ruggedly handsome face. “Surely this doesn’t fit, Mace.”
Humiliation booms through me, and I lunge for the dildo, but Alex is way too fast, tearing it back out of my grasp. “Seriously, though. This has gotta be a joke, right?” he asks, springing up onto my couch as I barrel toward him, his hand held so high above his tall frame, I don’t stand a chance in hell of getting it back.
Alex laughs as my cheeks flame, enjoying my humiliation. “This is not happening,” I mutter, mentally scolding myself for not putting it away when I had the chance this morning.
Alex locks his other arm around my waist, holding me against his strong body. “Just tell me one thing, Mace,” he murmurs, his voice deep and rumbling through his chest. “Is this what you used last night while you were thinking of me?”
I nod, tilting my head up, figuring there’s no point in being embarrassed about it now. I might as well own it and use it to my advantage. “Uh-huh,” I say, my eyes hooded as we stand on my shitty, cheap couch. “You should have seen how hard I fucked myself with it. Had to take it nice and slow at first. I wasn’t sure if I could stretch that wide, but once my body adjusted, it felt too fucking good to stop.”
Alex groans, his hand dropping to my ass and giving a firm squeeze as I feel him hardening through the front of his pants. “Show me.”
I shake my head, a wide grin stretching across my lips. “No chance in hell, Mr. I Won’t Touch You Until The Anticipation Is Killing You. You left me hanging yesterday and this morning, and now it’s your turn to walk out of here feeling the same throbbing ache.”