Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“Psssh, like I could stop Ros from doing whatever she wants.” She smiles bitterly. “But why would they be following you?”
“Because I got a weird fucking feeling about that suicide up at the house,” I say grimly. “Maybe I’m just jumping at spooks or being paranoid myself. Who knows. Still, something ain’t smelling right.”
“You know...”
“Oh no.” She’s got that look in her eye, thoughtful and goddamned obstinate. I eyeball her something fierce. “What? What are you about to say? It’s gonna piss me off, ain’t it”
“Yes? What doesn’t?” Ophelia grins. “I was just thinking there’s an easy way to find out.”
“No.”
“Grant, it wouldn’t be that hard.”
“Absolutely not.”
My blood heats.
“Come onnn.” She sticks her tongue out, wrinkling her nose. “We’re all adults here. We might as well take the direct route and just ask him. If he shows up again, I’ll get him to explain why he grabbed me and what he’s talking about, death threats and all. Sometimes even mentally unwell folks just want to be heard.”
I side-eye her hard.
Like hell I’m going to approve something that crazy.
But I can already tell she’s made her mind up and nothing I say or do is gonna sway her.
Groaning, I thump my head back against the headboard.
“Whatever. Just don’t let him corner you alone, Ophelia—if he actually pops up. I don’t trust it. You catch him in public, around other people, fine. But if you’re alone, you get the fuck out of there as fast as you can shake your tail.”
“Shake my tail, huh?”
Her wicked little smile is my only warning before there’s a lush, hot body on mine.
Even if I’m not fully awake, it doesn’t take much more than the pressure of Ophelia’s weight against me to make sure there’s a certain part of me absolutely up and fucking ready by the time she slides her gorgeous thighs across my lap and straddles me.
So much for staying mad.
She’s so goddamned breathtaking it floors me, this vision of gold flesh straining against the thin sheet wrapped around her body till she looks like one of those old statues where the folds of carved fabric look translucent, tempting me more than concealing.
Her tits strain against the white fabric, threatening to spill free from the hand barely holding the sheet in place as she settles against me.
And while that sheet may be hiding her from my eyes, there’s nothing between us to hide skin from skin as that wet soft place I feasted on last night moves against my cock.
Her little ass drags against my shaft as she gives a playful switch of her hips.
“Thought you wouldn’t want me shaking my tail for anyone but you,” she teases.
Fuck, I’m about to lose it.
“Philia,” I snarl, curling my fingers against the back of her neck to drag her down into me, seizing her mouth while those gold tumbles of hair fall around me.
I can’t stop.
Stampeding bison couldn’t hold me back.
I grasp at her body like a man deprived, gripping hard.
Anywhere and everywhere I can hold on, feeling her filling my palms while I taste her, twining our tongues together in this hot, slinking lock of wetness and heat that goes right to my gut.
Goddamn.
I can’t help how my hips stab up, rubbing my cock against her pussy, already slick as hell for me.
I’m so ready to just grab her hips, lift her up, and impale her so I can seat myself fully inside her and that perfect wildness all over again.
I almost rip the sheet in half.
Bare her body, curving and glowing in the morning light.
I bite her lower lip, loving how she moans, shudders, and melts for me.
Yeah, I’m going to take her so hard she’ll—
A noise cuts me off a split second before I plunge in.
I release an explosive curse as I realize it’s my phone shrieking from the nightstand, playing the old Kenny G tune I set for my ma. She’s got the weirdest love affair with that guy I’ve ever seen, so it was fitting.
Groaning, I break away, thumping my head on the headboard like the pain could possibly clear the lust from my brain.
“Sorry,” I mutter regretfully, reaching up to trace my thumb against the corner of her mouth. “Ma calling. Might be something up with Nell.”
Ophelia gives me a shaky smile, gathering the sheet against herself again as she slides off me and tucks herself against my side once more. “It’s okay.”
It is, I realize.
She means it.
It’s not just doublespeak where she’s saying it’s okay because it’s polite, but she’s secretly upset at being shoved aside for a kid.
She’s relaxed, content against me, patient, and understanding.
She gets how much Nell means to me.
How important that kid is in my black hole of a life.
Shit, Ophelia gets me.
I must be smiling like the biggest fool ever born as I snag my phone a second before it goes to voicemail.