Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 91064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Starting with right now.
I sink to my knees before him and grab at his buckle, undoing his pants and kissing all over his cloth covered cock.
He smells so fucking good. And he tastes even better when I suck him through the material.
He’s an animal.
A caveman.
And he’s mine.
Forty-Four
Scarlett
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered- F. Scott Fitzgerald
I didn’t think Rory could get any hotter.
Seeing him in the ring was pretty much tops for me. There’s nothing more primitive than a man who knows how to fight.
Seeing him with his weapons, and him showing me how to use them, well that was pretty hot too.
Seeing him as my hero when he emerged from that basement at Alexei’s, doing the thing that I couldn’t… it was something I’ll never forget.
But seeing him today, in nothing but a pair of ripped jeans and a tool belt around his waist… well I take back everything I said before.
This is the hottest.
And the best part is, the music is up so loud he didn’t even hear me come in. So I can just stand here for a minute to appreciate him in all of his glory as he hammers things and uses tools like a boss.
I set down the groceries and walk up behind him, sliding my hands around his waist and hugging him from behind.
“I could lose a finger if ye sneak up on me like that again,” he tells me when he turns down the music.
“Marry me.”
I can’t see his face, but I know he’s smiling.
It’s been a running joke between us over the last month. I ask him at least three times a day now. But his only response is to kiss me.
Today, though, he turns in my arms and hoists me up around his waist, kissing my neck.
“I have something for ye,” he says.
I must have a dirtier mind than he does because I’m disappointed when he walks down the hall and my present isn’t him.
He gestures to a bunch of boxes as he sets me down on his bed.
“The lads brought your stuff over today.”
“My stuff?” I ask. “Like from my apartment?”
“That’d be the stuff.” He nods.
I stare at the boxes and tap my fingers against my thigh. Rory’s watching me carefully, probably bracing for an epic tantrum since he knows how particular I am about said stuff.
But honestly, I forgot all about it. I haven’t been back there since Alexander was there.
I didn’t want to go back.
I’ve been buying new clothes, because it was easier. But it was a nice gesture, and I am glad I have some of my books and shoes.
“I had to get rid of a few books.” Rory approaches the subject like he’s disarming a bomb. “They were… well…”
“Covered in blood.”
“Aye.”
“So, you touched all my things,” I say. “You moved them, and packed them, and disheveled them.”
“Guilty as charged,” he says. And then, a little quieter, “so how bad is it?”
He’s still mentally preparing for me to come unhinged.
“You better build a fallout shelter.”
I get up and walk towards him, and he backs away. Until I grab the loops of his jeans and yank.
“So, I guess that means I’m going to live with you, huh?”
“I suppose. I need ye close so I can keep an eye on you.”
He gives me a kiss that’s entirely too short and tries to leave again.
“Stay and make out with me.”
“Nah, I don’t think so,” he says. “I have work to do, and so do you. Time to unpack, Satan. And then ye better be ready because I’m taking ye out tonight.”
“You should really see what I’m doing to you in my head right now,” I say, but he’s already gone and around the corner.
So, much to my disappointment, I spend the rest of the afternoon unpacking instead of fulfilling my hot carpenter fantasy.
Rory’s planned night out consists of a gathering at Niall MacKenna’s house.
The now retired and former boss of the syndicate.
It’s a big deal for him to bring me here, and I know it the minute we walk through the door.
Even though I’ve played it off like it doesn’t bother me he wouldn’t commit, this one little act cements everything I need to know about where we stand.
I’m in this world for good now.
You don’t go to Niall MacKenna’s house unless you’re a longtime girlfriend or wife of one of these men.
Rory knows very well that I know it too, because he’s staring at me right now, gauging my response.
I squeeze his hand to convey the words I don’t want to say aloud.
I’m not going anywhere.
Mack is here, and Sasha too, and I’m in their sights within moments of entering the room. They try to pull me away from Rory, which apparently is the thing to do, so the guys can talk shop and smoke cigars or whatever.