Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Who’s it from?” I asked as I walked out to the boat.
I was staying on Peek’s houseboat.
It was cowardly, but it was the only way I knew that Lenore wouldn’t follow me.
I figured the bayou gave me a little bit of added protection from any surprises on Lenore’s part.
If she didn’t know where I lived, she couldn’t show up unannounced, and I wouldn’t have to break my promise to myself to protect her from me.
It was bad enough that she looked so good in the Property Patch she’d had made.
With my name on her back, I felt like I was on top of the fuckin’ world.
When she’d entered the bar wearing that and those tight jeans molded to her ass, I’d nearly lost my nerve and broke my promise.
But I’d somehow managed to gain enough composure to leave before I did anything stupid.
But the last week hadn’t been easy.
She was actively trying to kill me; I was sure of it.
First the vest.
Then the provocative clothes.
The new look with her beautiful long red hair cut to mid-back had nearly brought me to my knees.
Then she’d told Johnny she no longer needed him to work anymore, because she was taking the store back over.
Yesterday I’d had a box of things delivered to me via Johnny, who was now working for her part time and getting paid.
When I’d opened the box and saw the fleshlight, lube, and porn DVD starring, you guessed it, a hot red-head, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay strong for much longer.
Now I was at the point where I was just seeing how far she was willing to go.
And an hour later, as I arrived at the office and walked into my office to see the package, I knew I didn’t have anything left in me to resist her.
“Holy fuckin’ shit!” Wolf exclaimed.
I covered the photos, the beautifully provocative photos of my woman, and shot Wolf a glare.
“Get the fuck out of my office,” I snapped.
Wolf held his hand up. “Sorry. I was just seeing if you wanted to go over a case with me. But I can tell you have a lot more…sexier…things on your hands.”
Indeed, I did.
And a hard on to go with it.
Chapter 24
Always love a woman for her personality. They have multiple, so you can choose.
-Griffin’s secret thoughts
Lenore
With a panic attack slowly starting to rise further in my chest, I stepped into the boat that would lead me to the houseboat Peek had pointed out to me a few short minutes ago.
I’d told Peek I didn’t need his assistance, and woodenly walked down the plank…I mean dock.
I got in the small motor boat, and expertly started up the engine.
I knew he’d gotten my package.
I’d watched from across the street as he’d hurried out of the office, the package containing my photos under his arm, and a sizeable erection in his pants.
Only, he didn’t come to me.
He’d gone first to the clubhouse, then out onto the lake, never letting the package go the entire time.
Now, here I was, riding to my death.
But I needed Griffin, and if I had to overcome my fear of the stupid Caddo Lake, then I’d freakin’ do it!
So I spun the stupid four horse power motor’s throttle around, and tried not to vomit as I moved swiftly to the boat house.
I turned my head to look back, unsurprised to see not just Peek on the dock, but Mig, Wolf, Ridley, Casten, and Alison.
I gave a small wave with my hand that was on the throttle, and smiled when every one of the bad asses waved back.
Alison squealed and jumped up and down, waving with her whole body.
I laughed shakily as I turned back around, watching as the boat came closer and closer.
And when the boat was about ten feet away, Griffin appeared from the cabin, and his eyes widened.
He almost looked green by the time I turned the motor off and drifted right up to the boat.
The bow bumped against the rubber bumpers on the house boat, and the small flat bottom rocked.
I clutched the seat and froze slightly, but Griffin’s awe-filled voice shook me out of the panic that I could feel roaring at me at about a hundred and ninety miles an hour.
“You’re so fucking stubborn!” Griffin yelled, getting down on his knees to grab the handhold at the front of the flat bottom.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Stubborn?” I snapped. “Who are you calling stubborn, you stubborn ass?”
Griffin’s eyes smiled, but his face stayed flat.
“What are you doing here?” He growled.
I stood up and launched myself at him.
He caught me, but in turn had to let go of the boat to do so.
We both fell to the deck of the house boat in a heap, but it didn’t stop me.
I smashed my mouth down on his and moaned at the taste of him on my lips.
His mouth was just as demanding as mine, and suddenly I was flipped beneath him, no longer the initiator, but the receiver.
As in, he gave it to me, and I was expected to take it.
And take it I did.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him even closer to me.
His mouth took mine as his hands hastily started to yank at my skin tight jeans.
I lifted my hips to help him as he started to shove them down my hips.
At the same time, I started to pull the shirt up and over his head, but his cut got in the way of me doing that, and I growled in aggravation.
He pulled away from me, his beautiful eyes shining with laughter, as he took out first one arm, followed quickly by the other.
Then he hooked a hand in the collar at the back of his neck, and swiftly pulled his white t-shirt over his head, tossing it onto the deck at our sides.
I was thankful for the sides on the houseboat, which not only kept me from seeing out, but also the others, who I was sure were still avidly watching from the dock, from seeing in.