Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“I’m so fucking sorry Maisie. So. So. Sorry.”
I enjoyed the hug for a long moment, savoring the way his big arms and warm chest made me feel a little bit less like crap. But I pulled back because his words didn’t make sense.
“Why? You didn’t do this. That crazy fucker Brendan did and his sidekick, the baldheaded fuck. What a headcase that Brendan fucker is.”
That guy needed an extended stay on a psych ward but I didn’t want to think about him, not when I had Virgil right here, staring at me like I was something really good. I pressed my lips against his with a moan.
“I don’t need you to apologize Virgil.”
“Because your family is MC?”
He didn’t sound angry but he also didn’t sound like it was no big deal.
“Because I don’t think this is your fault. And yeah I’ve been in danger a time or two because of the Reckless Bastards.”
I waited for him to continue because it was obvious he wanted to talk about it.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He sounded hurt, and I hated that so I did my best to explain.
“I don’t know. I guess I just got used to not telling people. I’m not ashamed but, well there are usually two responses when guys hear the news. They’re scared as hell and run away or they’re just a little too interested.” It was just easier to say nothing. “Most college boys don’t really care about a girl’s family anyway.”
He tried for a laugh but it was bitter. Unamused. “Yeah that’s true. Why didn’t you ask me about my family?”
“I figured you’d tell me if you wanted me to know. Same as Gunnar and the club back home. You upset I didn’t tell you?”
“Would you have ever told me?”
“I’d like to think I would, but I was waiting for us to actually finish a few dates before making a decision.”
Damn, did I really just say that to him? I must really be losing my shit.
“What the fuck did they do?” The question was filled with emotion and heat and something else that made my nipples pebble as Oliver’s jacket fell open.
I didn’t want him to worry because I didn’t want to keep remembering, not after tonight so I let Oliver’s jacket fall to the ground.
“Brendan Rhymer, sick fuck, cut my dress with a blade and then he had his minion shoot me up with something.”
“Probably heroin,” he grunted. “That’s how he fills those crack brothels. Get ’em hooked on heroin and force them to fuck all day and night to work off their never-ending debt.”
The anger in his eyes told me once again that whatever else he had to do for his family, Virgil Ashby was a good man.
“Are you really okay?”
“Just be near me. That helps. Otherwise I need a shower and a stiff drink, both of which I’ll hopefully have, and soon.”
He nodded and his gaze heated as he took in my black lace and then the ice pack. “Can you walk?”
“Probably, it’s starting to feel much better.”
Get undressed,” he growled and turned away, disappearing into the bathroom. A second later the shower started, and I smiled, peeling the clothes off my body, eager to wash the day away.
The en suite bathroom was magnificent, something out of one of those fancy architectural magazines Bonnie was always reading. The bathtub was oversized and took up one wall.
On the right was an all glass shower with a waterfall showerhead, already half full of steam. I stepped inside right away and stood under the water, letting the hot hard spray wash away every speck of dirt I picked up from that nasty mattress. I opened my eyes to find Virgil standing on the other side of the glass, heat and worry darkening his gaze as he slowly stepped out of his clothes.
Good God, the man was beautiful, all hard and colorful. Stunning. He stepped inside the shower, his gaze never leaving mine, not even when we stood there chest to chest, with the water rushing over both of us.
All I could do was stare at those deep blue eyes as he reached for the fancy bottle of body wash his sister had brought me and rubbed the perfumed coconut liquid between his hands to form a big lather before those big, overheated hands roamed all over my body.
He soaped me up slowly, starting at my ankles and working his way up. The wait was agony as his big hands slid up my waist to cup my tits but just for a second before he moved up to my neck. My cheeks.
The only sound was our breathing and the shower spray as he worked up a good honey-scented lather on my hair, digging his fingertips into my scalp just the way I liked. A moan escaped, and I waited once again for him to touch me, for his cock to nudge my ass. But…nothing.