Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Like hell is Lick getting close to her,” I said through clenched teeth.
Liam nodded his head once. “Fine. Then you do it. But you’re gonna have to fuck her. Get her in your bed. She has to trust you. That’s the quickest way for us to figure out just what she knows.”
I shook my head. “I don’t need to fuck her,” I said. I didn’t trust myself if I did.
“Then Lick can—”
“I SAID, NO.” My words came out in a roar as rage erupted inside me at the thought of his hands on her.
Liam grabbed the front of my shirt in his fist as he got in my face. Anger flared bright in his eyes. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him look this way, but it was the first time it was directed at me.
“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that she’s more than someone he used to know,” Micah drawled.
“You don’t get a fucking option,” Liam growled. “You either get close to her and fuck her or Lick does it.”
“I don’t see how this is an issue,” Micah added. “You got something for her. I’ve never seen you act like this over a female. You’re getting orders to fuck a woman you want anyway.”
He didn’t understand. Neither of them did. With Salem, it was never just fucking. If it had been, then she wouldn’t have owned me. Her drawing wouldn’t be tattooed over my heart. And I wouldn’t still be losing my sanity over her after eighteen years of her being absent from my life.
24
Tex
Twenty Years Ago
Pulling into the driveway, I already knew that Mom wasn’t home. She’d had some appointment at five in Ocala. She’d said she would leave us something to eat on the stove and that it could be after eight when she got back.
Being alone with Salem had become a fucking obsession. I’d even ask off an hour early just so I could have more time with her, telling Brick I would make it up by working two extra hours on Saturday and close for him.
Stepping into the house, I smelled Italian and figured it was either lasagna or Mom’s homemade ravioli. I needed a shower to get the grease off me, but first, I wanted to see Salem.
While Mom was in the shower in the mornings, I always tried to sneak into Salem’s room to kiss her. Leaving the house with the taste of her on my tongue and my hands still humming from touching her made for a much better day.
She’d only had on her jeans and a bra when I slipped into her room this morning. It was intentional. She had known I’d be in there the moment Mom’s shower started, and she wanted me to see her like that.
I slid my hands up her waist while kissing her and tugged down the front of her bra to let her heavy globes spring free for me to play with. She moaned, and I picked her up to sit her on the dresser so I didn’t have to bend down. When she opened her legs, I stepped between them, not expecting her to rub her cunt against my erection, driving me crazy.
I wasn’t complaining, but covering my dick that bulged inside my jeans to hide it from my mother was difficult. Not that she looked at my crotch, but I felt like it was real obvious. Normally, I tried to keep a jacket tossed over my arm and in front of me after Salem got me so worked up before breakfast that I couldn’t get my cock to go down.
Today, I hadn’t tried to hide it after leaving her room. I’d had to go jerk off in my bathroom.
When I walked into the living room, she lifted her eyes from where a textbook lay open in her lap and smiled at me. “Hey.”
I moved closer to her. “Hey,” I replied. My eyes drifted down her body to see her nipples growing hard, poking against the fabric of the tank top she was wearing. “You forget your bra again?” I teased.
She had been doing that for the past two months. When Mom wasn’t here, her bra was missing. Taunting me.
“I didn’t forget it. I chose to take it off,” she replied saucily.
“It can’t be that uncomfortable.”
She moved her book to the sofa and uncrossed her legs to stand up. The tiny little running shorts she was wearing weren’t covering much of anything either.
“You trying to kill me, Angel Face?”
A soft laugh came from between her pretty lips. “No. Just tempt you,” she admitted without any hesitation.
“Consider it a success.”
Her laughter was louder this time, and I had a hard time moving my eyes off her legs, then tits to meet her gaze.
“I want to finish what we started this morning.”