Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
I felt almost ready to live again.
Ready to move on.
Ready to kick this guilt and sorrow in the ass.
I sat up on the bed, took a deep breath and flicked that damn clit-sucking monster on again.
This time was for me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Emmett
Even when I could finally work out, I couldn’t focus on anything other than Vanessa. This sucked because I had finally gotten the all clear from my doctor.
My ribs were fully healed from the attack and full range of motion had returned to my neck and my shoulder. But I couldn’t do a damn thing about it because my mind was full of Vanessa and the way her mouth tasted against mine, the way she melted against my body.
The way she ground against my cock, panting and moaning like she’d been seconds away from an orgasm. She was incredible. Just fucking incredible.
“Man, I’m telling you, she had tits out to here,” Mace said with a dirty laugh. He’d just finished a set squats, and he had the attention of the guys as he described his latest date. “And she begged me to titty fuck her. Begged.”
I shook my head, but it was hard to be anything but amused when Mace started talking about his hookups. Half the time I’d swear the guy was looking for true love but the other half? He sounded like he was just a dirty pussy hound.
“And you obliged, of course?”
Mace went on to finish a set of presses and continued with his story, shrugging like it was nothing and for a big dude like him, it really wasn’t. “She was too cute to disappoint, and the way she took my cock deep when I titty fucked her? Well I’m taking her out again tonight. I might be in love.”
Hulu barked out a laugh and shook his head. “Love? Just how deep does a girl need to suck you off to get your brain, man?”
Mace flipped him off. “Bro, you don’t get it. This chick is the real deal. Over dinner she talked to me about Socrates and shit, waxed poetic about the music of The Doors, and then she was dirty as fuck in bed. Do you come across women like that all the time? I sure as shit don’t.”
“You’re serious.” I don’t know why I sounded so shocked, but I was.
“Hell yeah, man. She’s great and in the sack, she’s phenomenal.” He was serious, and I was happy for him, if a little envious.
“Good for you, Mace.”
“Yeah, thanks Emmett. Now you want to tell us who put that goofy ass grin on your face?”
Hulu laughed. “Don’t even bother asking that question, Emmett is applying for the role as Glitz’s resident monk. A dangerous job considering somebody is out here icing priests.”
“Damn, Hulu, that’s cold. But hilarious,” Mace laughed and moved to pick up free weights. “Seriously, you and Nessa just friends or you playing the long game?”
I frowned because I didn’t want to talk about Vanessa like she was just another woman. Another conquest. She wasn’t anything of the sort, and I wanted more than just a few rounds of sex.
“We’re friends, simple as that.”
Mace and Hulu looked at each other and laughed. “Long game,” they said at the same time.
“Fuck you guys.” I punctuated the words with a two-handed bird. I wasn’t playing a game, but I knew Vanessa was still fragile and suffering the effects of grief, so I was happy to be her friend while she needed one. I just hoped I didn’t end up in the friend zone permanently.
“I’ve seen the way you look at her, man.” Hulu clasped his beefy hands together and batted his eyelashes. “And she looks at you the same. If nothing has happened yet, it will soon enough.” His dark eyes held mine for a second, assessing me like an enemy combatant.
“And? I’m listening to the warning or the threat.” I knew the guys had all grown a soft spot for Vanessa, and I knew what I was, where I was from. “Let’s have it.”
Mace frowned. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about man? You’re one of the good guys. Hell, I kind of hate that about you.”
I nodded at Hulu. “Then what’s with that look?”
Hulu shrugged. “Just, well just tread carefully. Provo is acting like an asshole right now because he’s very protective of Nessa. You know he served with Lance and…shit, I don’t know, just tread carefully.”
“I’m not worried about Provo.” I was more worried about the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and she didn’t appear ready to let Lance go yet. She still wore her wedding ring and that flash of guilt I’d caught in her eyes after we kissed—both times—told me she was struggling.
Hard.
“I’d be careful,” Mace said playfully. “That fucker could snipe you from a thousand yards, before you even finished a dirty thought about her.”