Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 154925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
It didn’t take long before she shuddered and cried out, her body clamping down around him.
Kyle let himself off the leash and pounded inside her, giving her everything he had and letting the orgasm briefly become his whole world. It was safe and warm and beyond all expectations. This was sex and something so much more, something he’d never had with any woman but this one.
As he came down from the wild pleasure, a peace filled him.
He would do whatever it took to keep her.
Whatever it took.
Chapter Seventeen
By Saturday night Kyle was almost certain everything was in place. This was going to work. He glanced up at the clock. It was almost ten, when Sanctum would get going, and he was excited to get to tonight’s play. It might be the last time they played here. He was serious about never seeing his mother in fet wear again.
It was okay. They could play at The Club.
Although MaeBe loved it here. He might have to negotiate with his stepdad. That was weird. Negotiating with one’s stepfather as to who got to go to the sex club on which night was weird.
He was going with it. He was going with all of it because this was his family, and he was happy here.
Where they played didn’t matter as long as MaeBe was content. They could play for the rest of their lives wherever she wanted.
“You look entirely pleased with yourself.” Drake leaned against the locker door.
“What’s not to be pleased about?” He stopped. He’d been in a happy cocoon for days. He couldn’t forget there was danger out there and they were about to fly right into it. “Sorry. Julia. I’m not pleased about her. But the rest of it, I’m pretty okay with.”
Drake’s lips kicked up. “Good. It took way less time this go around. I was worried about you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean Julia kicked the shit out of you. The first time around it took over a year for you to start being Kyle again. This time it was mere weeks, and it’s not because you’re smarter than you were before.”
Now he understood and he agreed. “It’s because of Mae. And when you think about it the fact that I managed to get that woman means I am smarter than I was before.” He sobered a bit because while he’d been betrayed by Julia, Drake had spent his whole life with her. She was his sister. “Are you okay with what’s going to happen?”
“You mean am I okay with my sister being assassinated by the group we’re about to take down?” Drake sighed. “I have to be. It’s what’s going to happen. I could try to catch her and put her in jail, but you know what they’ll do to anyone who could testify against them.”
Julia would die in that cell or she would die in some random place—wherever The Consortium caught up with her. “You’ve thought about trying to bring her in?”
“Taylor and I have gone through pretty much all of the possible scenarios, but they all lead to one thing. Our mother’s status could potentially protect her if I could trust her to testify,” Drake admitted. “But I don’t. She would use whatever time we gave her to manipulate her way into a position where she could do more damage. I know who she is now. I just also remember who she seemed to be. That’s the problem. But don’t think I’m not fully invested in this op.”
“You better be because she’ll try to use that relationship against you,” a familiar voice said.
Damn it. They needed to be better spies. He realized Joseph was walking up behind Drake. He was dressed in the khakis and polo shirt he’d bought when he’d finally realized he was stuck here. Not stuck, exactly. They’d gotten comfortable enough with the Canadian that they’d offered to let him go home. He could take himself back to the great north, but he’d decided to stick it out.
“She can’t. There’s no relationship left. She was willing to kill our mother.” Drake’s eyes had gone grim. “I watched her. She was going to use her murder to test a new recruit. Our mother, who never stopped hoping she was alive and could come home. No. She can’t use a familial relationship with me because we no longer have one. I miss the child I thought she was, though now I look back and see how selfish she could be. I think my father took those impulses of hers and turned them to his advantage.”
He forgave himself for not hearing the guy walk up since at that precise moment a shout went out. Someone had scored or not scored or a bad call had been made and every man in the Man Cave was having their say about it. Sportsball. That was what MaeBe called all of it because she did not care. Baseball. Football. Basketball. It was all sportsball to her.