Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
“Even if I don’t face any legal consequences from that incident, and from my father’s coverup of it, in the court of public opinion about Sarabelle, I’m still pretty fucked.”
“But there must be some way—”
I sit up straighter and lean my head back against the foyer wall. “There’s too much we don’t know. All March and I have pertaining to Sarabelle is a bunch of phone recordings of our villains talking in code. Lockwood—Gunn—if he has a place down in San Luis, none of our guys have ever seen it. Sarabelle was found in a damn ditch.”
“I know.” Her eyes widen and her mouth twists downward. “But Hunter, we have to try to find the truth.”
“And wait and see how long it takes them to drag out more of my story? The part about how Rita liked to hit me? The world already knows my mother was an escort. The media is having a fucking field day with all my so-called mommy issues. You know what it will be like when it comes out that I killed my goddamned child-abusing stepmother?”
“You didn’t mean to kill her.”
I shrug. “Makes no difference to them.”
“What do Dr. Bernard’s notes even say? I’ve been to enough shrinks with my mom to know she probably didn’t write HUNTER IS A MURDERER in red caps.”
That’s true. I have no idea what’s in those files. Libby Bernard hadn’t looked at them in seven or eight years, she said. But it doesn’t matter. “I don’t know, but that’s not the point. There’s a good chance the FBI already knows about the cover up, which would sure as shit makes me look guilty.”
“So we have to set the record straight,” she says. “We have to try. Please try. Please.” She leans over to brush her lips over mine, and I can’t help groaning. “Libby. You’re so good.”
“You are.”
She’s tugging at my gym shorts, and despite what we just talked about, my cock aches for her. I sweep her hair out of her face and press my palms against her warm cheeks. “Libby, are you sure?”
She knows what I’m asking, and she leans in closer for a deep kiss. As I lap into her sweet, warm mouth, I realize I just told her. I just told her everything. My eyes flip open and I squeeze her shoulder. “You don’t care? What I told you doesn’t...change things?”
“Hell yes, it changes things. It makes me want to kill your father, but that’s about it.”
I let out a breath, and she shakes her head. “I’m so mad for you, that you had to go through that. That you still are.” She leans her head against my cheek. “But does it change my feelings for you? No.”
That’s all I need to hear. I swoop her up, throw her over my shoulder, and stomp toward the bedrooms doing a cave man impression. She’s trying to grab my ass and giggling as I spank hers. I carry her to the green room—it’s clean this time—and toss her on the pillow-stacked bed. I climb up after her and tug her shirt off.
“I think it’s time to cash that check.”
“Yes, please,” she gasps.
My cock throbs as my gaze rakes her shirtless body, and I bend over and start to work her bra. “Is this okay?” I murmur between our kisses.
“Oh yes.” She leans up, kissing my throat as her warm hands pull my shorts down, and when my dick springs out, I swear to God she actually shivers.
“I want you so much.”
“You can have me. But I want to taste you first.”
ELIZABETH
HE LOOKS LUST-DRUNK as he crawls atop me, tosses my bra aside, and cups my breast. He gives my nipple a gentle nip, and then a warm lick, making me moan loudly. “Hunter!”
He suckles for a second before he moves up and kisses both my eyelids, then my cheeks, my nose, my mouth. He’s breathing hard. He’s got one knee between my legs, and I can feel the stiffness of him against my thigh.
He kisses my mouth gently, and we go at each other with our hands and mouths until I can’t breathe. I pull away, panting, blinking up into his glazed eyes. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
He nods. “Me too.” He kisses me again, quick. “No promises, remember? Not yet.”
I stroke his jaw, feeling buoyant because he said yet. “I only need this. Just this moment with you—right now.”
He works my pants down to my thighs and hooks a finger into my underwear, jerking them down, then looking up into my eyes as he pushes a finger inside.
“Oh!” My body jerks, but then I’m groaning. Oh God—I’m so wet and ready for this. He presses another finger in, and I arch up off the bed. He’s got his thumb on my clit, rubbing it lightly.
“Oh God…”
“You like this?” He pushes his fingers in a little deeper, and my legs writhe.