Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Not a bad look on her at all.
“Nothing, but I know I want to hurt them. She said I shouldn’t fly down there. Probably a good thing, because I don’t need to spend the rest of my life in jail and that’s where I’ll end up if I get my hands on these assholes.”
“So you came out here instead? Not sure how to take that, sweetheart.”
She put her hands on her hips.
“I won’t be around tomorrow, and I don’t want you accusing me of backing out of our deal.”
Yeah, right.
“So you think I’m such an asshole I won’t let you off the hook to pick up your cousin from the airport?” I asked, trying not to smirk because I had her cold. She’d come here because when shit hit the fan, she wanted to be near me. Might not be ready to admit it, but that didn’t change what was really going on.
“You’re enough of an asshole to have sex in front of me.”
“Yeah, I’m a real piece of work—a single man fucking a willing partner in the privacy of my own home. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, I’m so ashamed of my actions.”
“Are you saying the timing was a total coincidence?” she demanded.
I laughed.
“You’re the one who showed up early,” I reminded her. “But yeah, I’ll give you that. I’d already decided to keep Sharon around all afternoon, make a point of her bein’ here. Didn’t plan to screw her in front of you, but I wasn’t disappointed when you walked in and saw it, either. I was fucking pissed off, London. I was there for you when you needed it, I took care of you, and then you called me another man’s name. One of my least favorite men, for the record.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, then closed.
“You’re a jerk.”
“No, I’m an asshole. You wanna fight like a grown-up, start using grown-up words.”
“Fuck off,” she hissed, and I swear her hair started levitating a little like Medusa. Okay, so it might’ve just been how she shook her head, but either way it was hotter than hell. The fighting had been fun, but we’d wasted enough time. Time to get inside that tight cunt of hers, check out whether it felt as good wrapped around me as my imagination suggested.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her off the chair, hoisting her horizontally against my side as I started toward the bedroom.
“What are you doing?”
“Enough foreplay. Time to get down to business, babe.”
“I’m not your babe. Put me down!”
“Not gonna happen.”
She started kicking, which would’ve been a lot more effective if her legs could’ve reached any part of my body from that position. Not my first rodeo. Then she slapped at me, prying at my arm around her waist.
“Careful, don’t want me to drop you.”
“God! How can you be doing this? It’s not fair—you’re too strong for me. I hate you!”
I decided how I could be doing this was fucking obvious, so it didn’t need answering. Good thing, too, because she dug her fingernails into my arm so hard I think she drew blood.
“Stop playin’ around, London.” We passed through the kitchen. My bedroom door was open. I kicked it shut behind us, then reached around to lock it because I’d be damned if I’d put up with any interruptions at this point.
Then I tossed her on the bed.
London scuttled back like a crab, bracing herself against the headboard with wide eyes.
“What’s wrong with you?” she demanded breathlessly.
“I’m horny,” I said, my voice matter-of-fact. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off my boots. I grabbed my T-shirt and drew it up and over my head, tossing it over to land on top of my dresser. Then I stood and went for my pants.
London squeaked again.
“Door’s right there,” I said. “Locks from the inside, so not like you’re trapped here. If you want to leave, go. Otherwise take your clothes off.”
I stood and shoved down my pants, cock springing free to smack against my stomach. She gasped and I smiled, because I knew the view was generally considered a good one.
“Clothes?” I reminded her.
She sat up, then sort of pulled her dignity around her like a heavy cape, as if that could protect her.
It couldn’t.
“Let’s talk about this,” she said quietly. “We should set some rules, figure out where we’re going.”
“We’re going to fuck. Then I think we’ll probably do it again. After that I’ll buy you dinner, but only if you’re nice.”
“I brought dinner with me,” she muttered.
“Christ, you’d be perfect if you didn’t have such a stick up your ass.”
I crawled forward on the bed, grabbing her ankles and jerking them down abruptly. She squawked, but she didn’t fight when I caught her hands and pressed them back into the bed, over her head. Then I lowered my mouth to catch hers—had to see if she actually tasted as good as I remembered.