Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“I … that’s not such a great idea.”
“Come on, Rem. He sounds like shit. I need to make sure he’s okay, but I can’t chance getting the boys sick.”
“Please,” Saga adds.
“I’m being set up,” I mutter.
“Never,” Saga says with a sly smile.
“Whatever.” I huff. “Get me the key.”
Bishop beams at me. “You’re the best.”
Knight
I feel like death warmed over. My throat is sore and my head is throbbing. My body aches everywhere. Shit, I don’t know what I did to deserve this.
I’m lying on my stomach in bed with my hand hanging over the edge. I promised myself I’d get up to go to the bathroom thirty minutes ago. I’m just too weak to do it.
I told Bishop I didn’t need any help, but that’s bullshit. I haven’t eaten today, and my sheets are soaked and wet from sweat. I groan when my front door opens.
“Fuck me,” I mutter.
If I need to lift a gun toward an intruder today, I’m a goner. The sound of the alarm being disarmed causes me to relax. Bishop never listens. My big brother has looked out for me all my life.
I guess we’re a bit closer because the twins have each other. As soon as I told Bishop I caught something he declared he was going to come check on me. I ruined everyone’s weekend. I was actually looking forward to getting out of town for a little while.
“Saga,” I murmur, not loud enough for anyone to hear.
Her heels are clicking as she makes her way to my bedroom. Fuck, I’m butt ass naked. I groan because I can’t move. I wish Bishop would have told me he was sending his wife.
Asshat.
I probably reek. My nose isn’t working enough for me to know the difference, but the lack of bathing in the last forty-eight hours sort of guarantees it. Though with the fog my mind is in, Saga will just have to forgive me.
“Damn, are you alive in here?”
I stiffen at the sound of the voice. I’m going to beat the shit out of my brother. With the little energy I have left, I turn my head toward her voice and the bedroom door.
Maybe I’m dying because I’m looking at a fucking angel. She’s done something different with her hair. It’s not straight and hanging down her back.
“Pull my weave, and I’ll cut you,” those were her words the first time we had sex.
I pulled that shit and paid for her to get it done the next morning. Only once have I had the pleasure of tugging on her real hair. So I know this halo of wild curls isn’t her natural hair, but it’s not her usual style either.
Her lips are glossy and her lashes pop around those gorgeous eyes. The top buttons of her shirt are gaping open, showing off a peek of a pink bra and her chocolate brown skin. I guess I’m not too sick to get hard. Those jeans and heels have me stabbing the mattress.
“Oh my God, Knight,” she gasps. “You poor baby. Your nose is so red. You look like shit.”
“Thanks, sweetheart. Now get out of here before I contaminate you.” My voice comes out in a congested rasp.
“When was the last time you bathed? Have you eaten? What have you taken to get rid of this?” she rattles off instead of turning to leave.
I roll onto my back and toss my arm over my face. The effort feels like I just lifted a truck and dragged it across a parking lot. I sigh and answer her questions.
“Two days ago, no, and some bullshit cough medicine my buddy dropped off,” I mutter.
“Okay.” She sighs. I look at her when the sound of her heels dropping from her feet pulls my attention. She pads over to my bed barefoot. “Come on. Let’s get you in the shower. No, a hot bath. You smell horrible.”
“You can leave. Like I said, I don’t want you to catch this.”
“I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine. Besides, my sister and Bishop would kill me if I left you like this. Come on, up you get.”
I sit up slowly, and she helps me from the bed. I suck it up as best I can. This isn’t how I want her to see me. I frown when I can’t smell her sweet scent as we move into the bathroom. I look forward to that whenever she’s around.
“I got this,” I say, standing upright on my own.
I move to the toilet to finally relieve myself, and Rem moves to the tub to fill it. My bladder feels like it’s about to burst. Maybe it’s a good thing she arrived when she did.
I turn to glance over my shoulder while I’m taking a leak. Through my heavy lids, I find Rem with her eyes on my ass. The lust in her eyes is clear, although she looks lost in thought. I chuckle and start to cough and piss all over the place.