Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Dread twisting his gut, he set Madison away. “Get some clothes on. Now.”
“Who do you think that is?”
“I don’t know. Go.”
He couldn’t wait to see if she obeyed, just dashed into the bedroom, tossed on pants and boots, grabbed his Glock, checked the chamber, then marched to the front room. He pressed his back to the door and leaned around to lift the drape and peer out the front window. Five guys in two boats, moving too fast for him to get a good look, but they were heading straight for the dock just beyond his line of sight.
Fuck.
“We’ve got company,” he yelled.
“How did anyone find us?” Madison sounded shaken.
Matt wanted to know that, too, but they didn’t have time to figure it out. “Get in the dungeon. I’m going to lock you inside. Don’t make a sound. You can’t let anyone know you’re here. Do you hear me?”
It was his last resort, but he didn’t see many other options to keep her safe.
“Matt—”
“Do it,” he snarled as he marched to the other side of the room and glimpsed out the kitchen window. He might be fucking outnumbered, but if their uninvited guests were looking for a welcoming party, they would be sorely disappointed. He intended to come at them, full force.
“I won’t leave you to face my mess alone.”
Matt whirled on her. For nearly two weeks, she had obeyed him every single goddamn moment. Of all the fucking times for her to rebel… “That’s an order.”
“No. If those are Winston’s or Todd’s thugs, they’ll kill you.”
At least he’d take some of those bastards down with him. “And what will they do to you?”
Madison all but stomped her foot, then disappeared down the hall. Matt cursed, torn between bodily shoving her in the dungeon for her own safety and defending their front door.
A moment later, she saved him from the decision, appearing in the front room again, shotgun in hand. “I found this in the bedroom closet.” She cocked it, then shot him a challenging stare. “I might obey you in bed, but don’t you ever think I would leave you alone to die.”
Goddamn it, he wanted to paddle her ass red at the same time he wanted to tell her how much he loved her. “We’re going to talk about this later.”
If there was a later…
The sounds of male voices jerked Matt’s attention back out the window. The sight of a few familiar faces had him sagging with relief. “Jesus, it’s just Jack. He came with company.”
Madison pressed a hand to her chest as she exhaled. “Oh, thank god.”
He turned back to her with a smile and realized she’d braced a few feet behind him, gripping the gun that looked too big for her small hands, wearing nothing more than his T-shirt. It hung to her elbows and knees and covered the essentials…but it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a stitch underneath.
“Put more clothes on.”
She glanced down at herself. She’d probably tossed on the first thing she could find and hadn’t worried about a dress code for a gun fight. But a rapping on the door told him it was too late.
Jack let himself in. “If anyone’s indecent, cover up now. I don’t want to see that shit.”
“What the fuck?” Matt set his Glock aside. “You scared the hell out of us.”
The Cajun grimaced, his expression rife with apology. Then he looked the two of them up and down, brow raised. Matt was conscious of his disheveled hair and his bare torso.
Deke filed in behind him, followed by One-Mile. They stared, too. He glanced down and grimaced at the long red scratches across his torso. He’d forgotten Madison had raked her nails down his chest overnight when he’d awakened her with his tongue on her pussy, then set her astride him for an explosive orgasm.
“Why is everyone blocking the door?” Ethan Garrison barged in.
The bastard’s gaze immediately zipped to Madison, devouring her from head to toe. Matt swore. Even from a distance, there was no missing her nipples poking the front of his white shirt. He stopped in front of Ethan and blocked his gaze.
“Madison…” Matt flipped a stare over his shoulder at her, his voice a warning.
She nodded and slipped into the bedroom. The door shut with a quiet click.
For a long moment, no one said a word.
“You two don’t look like you’ve suffered too much the last twelve days,” Deke remarked. “That’s some serious sex hair.”
Matt tried not to bristle. Yeah, they’d passed the time in each other’s arms, but no amount of pleasure he’d given her could diminish the way she’d suffered. “Listen, I know you’ve been trying to broker a deal on her behalf, so I appreciate that, but save the sophomoric jokes. She’s falling apart.”
“Really?” Ethan licked his lips. “She looked mighty fine to me.”