Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Until I see what is below.
The tight white tee-shirt shows the carved indents of his lean muscle. But it also shows the thick white bandages that cover swaths of his chest, belly and back.
My heart cracks in half looking at him. The reality that I could have lost him is suddenly so fresh. So raw.
He’s the only family I have. My vision blurs at the thought of how close I came to losing him. His tattooed arms are thick with muscle. His body is so lean, so hard. Almost too hard, from too much work and not enough to eat.
I missed him so much. And not until this moment did I let myself really feel how empty I was without him.
It wells up in me, unstoppable. The grief and the worry. The dam is about to break. But he turns just in time to see me swiping at an errant tear as it escapes from my lashes.
“Woah, woah. What’s wrong, Kitty Kat?”
I swallow it back. Push it down. Lock it up. Throw it away.
“Nothing! How could anything be wrong right now?” I flutter my hand in front of my face. “I’m just so happy to be here. I’m just so happy to have you back.”
But he isn’t buying it. He knows me better than anybody.
And he takes a step into me, his eyes locked on mine.
I can’t have this conversation. Not now. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Because my god, if he knew how I really feel about him, I’d be too embarrassed to ever look him in the eye again.
I have to get out of here, just for a second. Away from his power. Away from his heat.
“You must be exhausted. Take that shower,” I say, with a sniffle. “Have a nap. I’ll see about making you something that doesn’t come out of a pouch.”
I turn to walk away, averting my eyes, nearly running toward the door but he’s suddenly in front of me blocking my way. He holds me still, with one massive hand on each of my shoulders, then tips my chin up so I can’t look away.
CHAPTER 5
Trent
She smells like a woman should. Sweet and inviting. I used to know what kind of perfume she wears. But it seems different now. Better.
Or maybe I just fucking missed everything about her. Including her scent.
My heartbeat pounds down in my dick, and in my bullet wounds. But fuck it. The doc who told me not to get worked up never saw my sister.
We’re just a few feet from the bed. One step into her and I’d have her. One more step, and she’d be fucking mine.
Her curvy waist draws my eyes down. Every inch of her makes me fucking salivate. And in the full-length mirror behind her, I see her lush, round ass. Her bottom teetering perfectly inside that little dress.
I catch the groan in my throat because, fuck, her dress has little red cherries all over it. Lust screams through every cell in my body, so demanding, I could almost bend her over and take her by force.
She wouldn’t be standing here if she knew I’d spent my whole tour fantasizing about fucking her. Getting my mouth between her legs. Lapping up her sweet juices. The feel of her heavy tits in my hands. Sucking those nipples. Breeding that hot little womb of hers. Spanking that ass.
Jesus. That ass…
“Trent?” she barely whispers.
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” Bullshit. I’m not sorry. Not for any of it. She’s mine. She just doesn’t fucking know it yet. “My mind was somewhere else.” Between your legs. In your mouth. “Fucking jet lag.”
“I asked if you’ll be okay in the shower.”
Christ. Looking at her, I know my desire for her has gone way off center, way into the fringe. All those nights alone, jacking off to her in my bunk. So much cum spilled in her name. I imagined her red ass, ripe from my own hand. Fantasies of my little girl turning into my personal fuck toy whenever I desire. I fucking know she could take it. Take it rough and ready. I know she’d let me lead and hold on for dear life.
Sometimes I wondered, if I ever did get my hands on her, whether I’d be able to control myself and not just fuck right through her. Bathe her soft insides with my hot cream until she’s bound to me forever. Fuck her until my balls run dry, then make her sleep with my dick inside her like a fucking breeding cork, holding every drop inside until it does its job.
But, that’s not all. God, the nights I imagined her bending to me, looking to me, needing me. Like a child needs a father. But it had to be right.
I try to shake off those thoughts. Those fucking filthy, forbidden thoughts. But every time I look at her, they come roaring back like fucking wildfire.