Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
I’d been longing to hear those words from him for months. Except I’d expected them to be sweet, not harsh. He looked haggard. His hair, what little of it there was, was in disarray. His eyes were blood shot, with half circles making his eyes look bruised. His skin was flushed. His knuckles were bloody and raw.
“I love you, too.” I told him.
“I know. You’ve shown it.” His voice sounded dead.
He’d been fighting again. He also smelled like a brewery. Which also explained where my dad and Sebastian were. If James was at their place, then they wouldn’t have left him there. At least not while he’d been drinking.
I climbed the steps slowly. His head was level with my stomach when I finally came to a stop two steps below him. “What’s wrong, J?”
“Fucking everything.” He sighed, letting his head drop.
My hands raised to touch him, but his harsh voice stopped me in my tracks. “Don’t touch me.”
Freezing in place, I asked, “Why not?”
He’d never told me I couldn’t touch him. In fact, he’d gone out of his way to do little things like bring my hand to his cheek. Run his fingers through my hair. Touching was a large part of how he communicated.
“What’s going on?” He laughed darkly. “My daughter’s sick fuck of a mother’s been letting strange guys talk to her, while I’ve sat around with my thumb up my ass. I knew she was acting strange. Not once, in four years, had she tried to get Janie, and then all of a fucking sudden, she wants to be a part of her life again. Where’s she getting the money to fight for custody? How’s she able to live in the richest goddamn neighborhood in Longview. Those houses cost a mint. All these questions have been rolling around in my brain, but I let it slide. Tried to fight her with the letter of the law on my side. Well fuck that. Not anymore. I’m not above blackmail and manipulation.”
“What’d you do?” I asked hesitantly.
“What I had to do. She won’t be seeing my girl again. Ever.”
The sadness in his voice made my heart feel heavy. “That’s okay. As long as it doesn’t take you away from her.”
His face hardened into a deep slash. “We’ll see.”
The no touching thing wasn’t working for me anymore. “What do you mean, we’ll see?” I snapped as I yanked his head up by his hair.
His eyes were hard and dark. “Not in the mood to deal with your shit right now, Shiloh.”
“Yeah?” I taunted, holding his hair a little tighter.
“Yeah,” he seethed.
“What’re you going to do? Spank me?” I goaded.
“I’m warning you, Shiloh. I’m not in the fucking mood. I’m more than a little drunk, I’m pissed, and I’ve been fighting all night. I’m on edge, and I don’t want to hurt you.” He said between clenched teeth.
His body was vibrating, but not with anger like he’d like. No, it was need. Desire. He needed some sort of release.
He’d tried to fight. That hadn’t worked, so he’d turned to drinking. And when that still hadn’t gotten him where he needed to be, he’d come to me. I had what he needed, and I wanted to give it to him just as much as he wanted to take it.
“Stop being a titty baby, and take me.” I snapped.
Something in him tore loose at my statement, and he launched himself off the steps, scooping me up in his arms as he went, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
The door to the basement slammed open, and he marched with deliberate steps to his bedroom, closing the door with care, which completely contradicted his haste to get me in his room.
A wave of weightlessness overcame me as he tossed me from his shoulder. My back hit the mattress with a bounce. My abdominal muscles tightened, and I placed my hands down at my sides, watching as he ripped the clothes from his body.
“Get naked. On your knees.” He snapped.
The harsh overhead light snapped on, enabling me to see the perfect line of his body. In all the time we’d been together, we’d never actually been with each other like this in the light. Everything we’d done always happened late at night, with the lights minimal at best.
His body was luscious.
Although scars of all sorts were evident on his body, not in any way did it detract from the perfectness. His arms were large and defined. His pectorals sculpted and firm, dog tags nestled in between the valley of his chest, leading down to his ridged abdomen.
His pants were the last to go, and as he slid the pants down, his cock bobbed out from its confinement, angry and throbbing. The veins on his length were numerous, drawing my eye as they throbbed, pulsing harder and harder with each frantic beat of his heart.
His balls hung low between two muscled thighs, and swung as he took a step towards me.
“Guess since you can’t listen, we’ll do this the hard way.” He said, stooping down, grabbing something, and then coming towards me.
The gleam of metal in my periphery tore my eyes from his pulsating erection, making me turn. In his left hand, he’d grabbed a pocketknife.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked hesitantly.
“Well, figured this would be the fastest way to get those clothes off you.”
I wasted no time after that to shed off my t-shirt and yoga pants. Then turning over and waiting for him.
The clatter of the knife hitting the nightstand, and then falling off the side didn’t deter him from his goal. No, not James. He had his plan in mind, and he wouldn’t be deviating from it.
The hot lash of his tongue startled me, momentarily making me pull away. The sharp sting of his hand slapping my ass surprised me, and he pulled me back towards him with his hands on my hips.
“Don’t move.” He growled against the soft, sensitive skin of my thigh.
Then I couldn’t speak. I had no words for what he did next. He didn’t either, which is why he showed me.