Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Then I came to the living room. The sofa—the one that Lily had begged and pleaded with me to get despite the ugly flowers—was shredded, courtesy of my hunting knife. The same knife that had also been taken to the drapes. Those stupid goddamn drapes that I freakin’ hated.
Cobie moved into the hallway that led to the bedrooms and stopped when she saw all the open doors.
I hadn’t touched the girls’ rooms. Which she noticed as she walked past. Not Mary’s. Not My other two lost girls. My bedroom, though? The one I shared with Lily?
Yeah, that room was the worst.
I braced as she turned the corner and paused in the doorway before she moved a little bit farther into the room.
She inched her way in, her head swinging from side-to-side, eyes wide and horrified as they took in the scene before her, and finally came to a stop in the center of the bedroom. I saw the stupid bed that Lily refused to retire—even after we could afford something new—now in about thirty jagged pieces on the floor. The mattress was also in shreds, thanks again to the same hunting knife that I’d used on the drapes and sofa.
The same knife that was now planted in the wall right through a picture. One that I loved but Lily had hated.
It was a picture of the Hostel skyline. Our business was in the background, the main focus had been the tow truck. The older-than-dirt truck that had more dents and dings in it than it had smooth spots. The paint was faded and chipped, the body had rust crusting along the bottom of the frame, and the tires looked like they needed replacing about six months before the picture had been taken. But I’d been standing in front of it, happy as fucking hell to have my first business.
I’d been thirty years old. Fresh out of the military. Married. There was trash strewn all around me from a festival the night before, and Lily disliked seeing all the trash. But me? I didn’t care one bit. In that moment, I was on top of the world.
Happy. So fucking happy.
“What happened?”
“I decided to do a little redecorating.”
That’s when Cobie started to laugh.
And that’s also when my control snapped. I didn’t want to be away from her anymore. I wanted her to be in my arms.
Therefore, I made it so.
I reached forward, snagged her by her tee, and tugged her to me.
She came willingly.
“What?”
I didn’t answer for a moment as I stared down into her eyes. I leaned forward slowly so she knew what my intentions were. “This.”
Then I kissed her. I kissed her long and sweet and thorough. She tasted like second chances, salvation and starting over. I never wanted to let her go.
Not ever again.
We had so much to talk about, and there were so many things she needed to know.
But right then and there? Nothing else mattered but us and that moment, and the way her body felt against mine.
I had only intended for it to be a quick kiss—short and sweet.
But as it seemed to be the way with everything about Cobie, it quickly turned into something more. Something softer and sweeter.
“We can’t,” she whispered.
My dick didn’t care if I shouldn’t. It only cared that she was in my arms again after months of wanting and needing her.
“We can,” I said. “If you do all the work.”
Then I was on the floor, her straddling my waist.
She shook her head, still unsure. “I don’t know…”
I lifted my shirt up and off my body, then started in on my pants.
“My dick is fine,” I told her, showing her.
It sprang free of my pants.
“Your mom’s going to be here in twenty minutes…”
I arched up, rubbing my dick against the apex of her thighs.
She stopped her protests and gave in. That easily.
Moments later she was standing over me, stripping the leggings from her frame, followed shortly by her panties.
Then she was back on top of me, guiding herself onto my cock.
In one swift movement, I held my cock up, and she lowered herself down on top of it.
I closed my eyes as she took me.
Chaos ruled our world at the moment. My house was a goddamn mess, and my body wasn’t much better.
But this, right here, her wet heat wrapped around me? Yeah, that was nothing short of perfection.
“Ride me,” I ordered.
And like the good girl Cobie was, she did just that.
She took me, over and over again, until we were both on the peak.
I pressed my finger against her clit, and that was all she wrote.
She came and brought me with her.
Then we laid there like broken dolls until I heard my mother walk in my front door.
“We gotta get up.”
“Dada!”
And that was my cue.
I got up, but not before dropping a soft kiss on Cobie’s upturned lips.