Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
After several long minutes, he began to shift and I pulled back to look at him. His cheek had a red mark from where it had been resting against my warm skin. I rubbed a thumb gently across it.
“Hey,” I said with a smile. Nerves tumbled in my stomach as I wondered if he was going to freak out on me. “You good?”
Chapter 23
Augie
Oh my fucking god. I’d just gotten jacked off by another man in a men’s locker room shower like something out of a porn scene. And not just any man. A gargantuan navy SEAL man. With like muscles and ink and… basically the cutest baby face on the planet.
I glanced at the ink wrapped around his upper arm and recognized it as a frog skeleton holding a trident. The reminder of his service in the special forces caused my empty cock to try reviving. God, Saint’s body was hot as fuck.
I looked back up at him and saw the concern there. What in the world did he have to be worried about? That I would tell someone? His boss?
For whatever reason, that insecure look on his face convinced me to show him my true feelings for once, without holding back. My entire face broke into an enormous grin before I hopped up against him to crush my lips to his, throwing my arms around his neck to hold on and my legs around his waist.
He made an oof sound before his arms tightened around me to hold me against him. My mouth attacked his and demanded entrance; he met me kiss for kiss, and we devoured each other’s mouths until we pulled away panting. We stayed crotch to belly until our cocks were hard again and shifted alongside each other as he set me down.
“Not that I’m complaining, but that was a surprise,” Saint said with an adorable smile. The twisted tooth was there, and seeing it revealed in his goofy grin loosened something inside of me.
“Do you have any idea what kind of torture it’s been to take a shower in the Twist locker room with you naked only a few feet away and not be able to touch you?” I asked.
“Ah, yeah. If it’s anything like the kind of torture I’ve been experiencing with you in there lately, I know exactly how it feels.”
I studied his relaxed face and suddenly felt brave. “Come home with me.”
When we walked out into the parking lot, it didn’t take long for me to put the shower sex out of my mind and replace it with thoughts of getting Saint Wilde’s mouth back on mine. Since there was no way to make out with him while he was driving, I had to make do with conversation instead.
“Why did you leave the service?” I asked when we got underway. I’d been curious about his past since he was only thirty or so and already finished with his military career.
Saint looked over at me before putting his eyes back on the road. The dim lights from the dash illuminated the blond beard scruff on his jaw.
“Lots of reasons, really. Otto got into an accident on a ship. I knew he wanted out but was afraid to leave without me. Then my sister Hallie sent me an email telling me about MJ working crazy hours and losing weight. She’s always worked really hard anyway, but when you’re an attorney trying to prove yourself to the managing partners, it can turn into something really dangerous. But what finally pushed me into leaving was Lanny offering me this job. The ability to work in the security field and still live close to my family was like a dream come true.”
“MJ lives in Dallas too, right?”
“Yes. Three of my four sisters live in the city. Sassy is the only one still in Hobie.”
I thought about which of the reasons had been the most compelling. “You really love working for Landen, don’t you?”
He shrugged. “Lanny was our team leader on some truly epic missions, and he’s one of the smartest, bravest men I know. I’d follow that fucker anywhere. Letting him down on the Gemma job gutted me.”
It explained so much about the push-pull he seemed to have with me. Honestly, it soothed my nerves a little. I could handle Saint avoiding me out of a sense of honor, respect for Lanny, or his own personal work ethic much more than thinking he just wasn’t that into me.
“What happened with the Gemma job? She’s a famous singer. I take it you were teaching her self-defense lessons?”
I’d said that on purpose to tease him, but I’d been more successful than I expected with the deadpan delivery.
Saint glanced over at me again with wide eyes. “Are you… are you kidding?”
“Yes, I’m kidding,” I said with a laugh. “That spoiled diva wouldn’t want to lift a painted nail to defend herself in a fight, so you couldn’t have been teaching her self-defense. Were you training her bodyguards or something? Teaching them kickboxing to help them stay in shape?”