Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
For once, here at Kruna, I’d made my own decision about fucking someone and that decision included who I would fuck and how I’d go about doing it. So what that nine people had been there to see it happening. I was kind of in awe of how therapeutic that actually was.
The Townsend room was a play room. I’d reiterate to him, somehow, that some of the rooms would be like that. I could give him a signal going forward so that he’d know. Any room that had a surname sounding name was a play zone. Maybe we’d take a beach walk in the morning and I could tell him that.
I looked up from my place cuddled up against him and saw, despite the darkness, that his stormy, beautiful eyes were fixed on the ceiling; he was looking torn up.
Kruna, Day 2
Tommy had Tess and had taken care of some business. He was heading home with Tia, Tess, Sarah, and the kids. Leo Denarda was one less problem to worry about. One problem down; how many to go?
Kruna.
Holly.
Two big problems, but at least it was progress. And thankfully, Tommy, Tia, Tess, and our guys were breathing. Tommy said there were casualties, bad ones, but that all our men were breathing. I’d find the rest out when I got home.
I woke up before my wife. I wanted to go for a run or a swim but was not leaving her unguarded, so I’d gotten up and ordered coffee and sat out on the balcony drinking it and smoking cigarettes. The first one gave me a head rush.
The second one was like an old friend. I barely remembered smoking one last night before joining Angel in the shower. I’d been disgusted with what’d happened and I couldn’t show it. I knew she knew I was pissed, upset, regretful. But it wasn’t enough to be able to make love to her because we weren’t completely alone and that pissed me the fuck off. It also pissed me off, no sickened me, that I’d bruised her hips.
I saw her get out of bed and head into the bathroom from the balcony, so I stubbed out the cigarette and went back inside. I’d smoke at Kruna to help me with my nerves. Back home, I’d stop again.
When she came out of the bathroom, she walked straight into my arms. I put my hands on her face and brought her mouth to mine and then held her tight against me.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
“Good morning, my baby. How’d you sleep?” I ran my thumb across her cheekbone.
“Not too bad,” she said but made a face as if to tell me she slept like shit, or maybe she was making that face because she could smell and taste the smoke on me. “How ‘bout you?”
“About the same,” I said. “Coffee? Breakfast?”
“I’d love some coffee,” she said and walked her index and middle fingers up my chest and I took the cue.
“How ‘bout a walk?”
She smiled, “That sounds lovely, Master.”
I poured her a coffee from the carafe I’d already ordered in.
“We’ll take a walk and a swim, maybe, and then eat in the dining room,” I said.
She smiled without it touching her eyes. I hated the idea of being out there, too, but that’s what we needed to do to get shit done. Get info for the fucking Feds.
I pulled her bathing suit down from the hook in the bathroom where she’d hung it the day before to let it dry and passed it to her. She had several others packed but they were all wired. This one wasn’t.
We walked, hand-in-hand, along the beach and when we were far enough away, his hand tightened and then he undid my sarong and pulled me into the water until we were in it to my waist.
“Baby,” he breathed into my hair. I could feel the tension in his body.
I spoke quickly. “It’s okay. Please stop beating yourself up. It’s okay. It was just like we watched a bit of porn together. That’s all. Maybe we’ll do it again sometime, but how ‘bout on TV, instead of a live show? That’s all it was.”
He groaned a frustrated sound, but his body relaxed marginally.
“We are gonna get through this, Dare. We are. I feel it.” I ran my hands down his biceps and caught his hands.
“You bet your ass we are.” He squeezed my hands, let go, then grabbed my butt in both hands playfully.
I looked into his eyes and held his jaw in my hands.
“I love you so, so much. Last night was just a bump in the road. It might not even be our biggest bump, but we got this, okay?”
“You’re incredible,” he told me.
“Incredibly lucky, you mean.”
He smiled and we went deeper into the water.
“If we’re heading into a known play zone, I’ll give you a sign. I’ll scratch my nose, maybe. So you’re prepared. But most of the rooms that sound like surnames are play zones.”