Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Things were going to have to change. I wanted her rested before I brought it up, but tomorrow, she was supposed to go back to work at the yoga studio, and I couldn’t let her do that. Not anymore. Her brother had left enemies behind, and she was now on their radar.
AJ wasn’t the only man I’d killed that night. He was just the first. A few of the gang members had shown up while we were getting rid of bodies, and it had been me and Gage that faced them. I wasn’t an unknown in the family anymore, and that also made Haisley unsafe, working out in public without protection.
I was on my second cup of coffee when the bedroom door opened and she walked out. She gave me a small smile as I stood up and set my cup down on the counter before going over to her.
“Your lip looks better, but you have a black eye,” she said, frowning.
I grabbed her waist, needing to touch her. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. I could smell the toothpaste on her freshly brushed teeth and wished I could really kiss her without bleeding on her. My fucking busted lip was keeping me from tasting her.
“What sounds good for breakfast?” I asked her, running my nose along her neck just to smell her.
She shivered. “Um,” she said softly, leaning into me.
“I’ll make you whatever you want,” I whispered near her ear and flicked my tongue out to lick the soft skin just below it.
Her hands ran up my back, and she pressed her tits against me. I hadn’t expected this response from her, but, damn, I wanted it. My dick was already hard, thinking about it.
“Do you want something else first?” I asked, running my hands under her shirt to caress her ass.
She let out a small moan.
I reached between her legs and ran my fingers over the crotch of her panties. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaking wet,” I groaned near her ear.
“Ah!” she cried as I shoved two fingers inside her panties and began to tease her slick folds.
When she began rocking, I pulled my hand out, then licked her off my fingers while she watched me.
Picking her up, I took her over to the sofa and sat down with her in my lap. “What I really want to do is bury my face between your legs, but my fucking lip won’t let me,” I told her, opening her legs. “Instead, I’m going to play with this sweet little cunt and watch how pretty it is while you fuck my fingers.”
Haisley’s mouth was open, and her eyes glazed over with need. She lifted her hips as I pulled her panties off.
Today would be about pleasing her. Every fucking way I could. Starting with sexually. I had so much to make up for with her. The fact that she was here, in my lap, after all the shit I put her through was a miracle. I wouldn’t take it for granted.
Thirty-Three
Haisley
Working with Saxon in the stables the past two weeks had made having to give up my job at the yoga studio worth it. I loved getting to watch him ride. He was sexy as hell on a horse. We’d had more sex in the stockroom than we had in the bedroom lately. Once he got off a horse, I was so turned on that I was drooling.
He seemed happy about having me around too. I had worried I would be in the way, but he found ways to keep me close to him. I’d gotten to know the other stable hands, horse trainers, and Kenneth. It was like a family, and I had found a place to fit in.
Melanie had come down to invite me up to the house for tea more than once. She showed me Saxon’s baby and childhood picture albums. When she had mentioned the fact that they’d emptied the bedroom across the hall from theirs and were going to turn it into a nursery for when they got to keep the baby, I’d started to cry. Having her accept the baby meant more than she could imagine. My own mom still didn’t want to talk to me when I called.
I knew, one day, Mom would get the news that AJ was missing or that he was dead. There was no way he could just vanish. I still dealt with it at times and broke down, but I was crying for the brother that he had been once. Not the monster he’d turned into.
Rig finished the carrot I had given him, and I patted his head, telling him he was a pretty boy before heading out to see what was taking Saxon so long. He’d said we were going to the house for lunch, but that had been fifteen minutes ago.