Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Danger recognized danger after all.
“Hey, could you make me a sword for my dad for Christmas?”
I blinked, turning to find him standing almost directly next to me.
“Sure,” I said. “Why?”
He snorted.
“Because my father has anything and everything he could ever imagine, and I saw that sword you gave to Torren last year. It was fucking sweet.”
Pride in my work swelled in me, and I nodded once before heading to my bike.
“Y’all’s boys are going to take these home, right?”
Sebastian started to chuckle. “Yes. We have prospects for…”
“No fucking prospect is going to touch my bike. You promise me that, motherfucker. I’ve already had one bitch fucking another cocksucker on my bike, and now I have to ride this one. If you take my spare out, then I’m boned.”
Sebastian’s amused eyes turned to the bike.
“I heard about that. But I also heard that you lucked out in the end.”
I did.
Fuckin’ A, I sure as hell did.
“How’s your wife and kids doing?”
“Busy,” he answered. “You’ll find out soon when you start having kids. Time seems to sped up. I swear it was just last month that my daughter was born, but now she’s a fucking hellion and I’m trying to keep up with her while she kicks a goddamn ball around the yard.”
The thought of having kids didn’t scare the shit out of me like it once did. Now all it did was make me feel fucking happy inside, like a goddamn man that was finally happy with the life he now was living.
And I guess, after contemplation, that was true. I was happy. I was happy to have Verity in my house, warming my bed. I liked the idea of her pregnant with our kids. I was actually looking forward to seeing her belly swell with my child growing inside of her.
What I was really happy about, though?
That was simple.
The fact that she chose to stay with me. That she was putting the effort in, despite my attempts at trying to put distance between us. That, in all honesty, she was putting her life in my hands.
She knew I’d keep her safe, and I would.
I’d fight until my dying breath to keep her safe.
That didn’t mean that I wanted to do that…that I wanted to put her into a position where I would have to do that, but if it came down to it, and I had to give my life for hers, I’d do it. Because my life for hers seemed like one hell of a trade.
Chapter 18
I couldn’t help but notice that I would like to have sex with you on a regular basis.
-A note from Verity to Truth
Verity
I woke up to lips on my neck.
Hands on my body.
A cock working its way inside of me.
But it was okay. I didn’t panic, even when that huge cock shifted, going from partially inside of me to all the way inside of me in a matter of seconds.
I gasped and turned my face, burying it deeply in the bend of Truth’s neck.
“Truth!” I gasped against his skin, my legs tightening around his hips.
How he had gotten this far into the process without me waking was questionable, but when he started to move his hips, tiny slight movements that let me know just how far and deep he was inside of me, I lost my ability to think coherently.
“You’re awake,” came his deep rumbly voice against my ear. “Took you long enough.”
I bit his neck, and his hips jerked, making me smile.
He growled roughly, then clenched onto my hips with both hands as he started to fuck me harder and faster than I’d ever been fucked before.
Gone were the slow, sensuous movements and in their place was the familiar rough, erratic need that always seemed to come from the both of us.
I was seconds away from coming when Truth started to speak. He didn’t stop…just interrupted.
“Baby.”
I shook my head, my eyes rolling into the back of my skull.
“Baby.”
Someone was knocking on the door. That’s what must be causing him to stop. To slow his pace.
That orgasm that I could feel on the verge of breaking through slowly started to dissipate.
Why was he trying to talk in a moment like this? Why not just finish? Fuck whoever was at the door.
“Verity.”
He growled, low and deep, and I opened my eyes. To…nothing?
The knocking still remained, though, leaving me to question what exactly was going on. Clearly, I’d been having some happy time as evidenced by my hand down my pants. I’d also been tossing and turning because my linens and comforter were down by my feet. Half on, half off, the bed.
The knocking sounded again, and I plucked my hand from my panties, jackknifed out of bed, and nearly tripped on my shoes that I’d left on the floor.
Once catching myself, I grabbed my sleep pants that I’d discarded near the wall, and slipped them on before reaching for the lock on the door.