Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“Trina, get out.”
She turned her viper’s smile on Kelsie. “Honey, you’re out of your league, playing with the big boys. Why don’t you run on home and let me talk to my husband.”
What. The. Fuck.
“That’s it.” Ty hopped out of bed with his softened dick still wet from her mouth and hanging from his underwear. He vaulted across the room without bothering to cover himself.
Trina’s eyes gleamed as she watched him stalk toward her. “You two have been busy this morning,” she crowed, eyes on Ty’s dick.
“Get the fuck out. I’ll deal with you in a minute.” He herded her out the door, deftly avoiding her grabby hands, then slammed and locked it before resting his head against it with a heavy sigh.
Kelsie pulled the sheet to her chin. “Um, let me get dressed, and I’ll get out of your hair.” Guess she’d be calling Brooke or Liv for a ride. What a humiliating call that would be.
“No.” His back was still to her but no longer relaxed. Tension corded his muscles and hunched his shoulders. He fixed his boxers, covering his spent cock, then turned around. “Don’t go anywhere. Let me get rid of her. She is the one who isn’t wanted here. You are.” He pushed off the door, walked to her, cupped her face, and kissed her until she could barely remember what the problem was. “This morning was the best morning I’ve had in decades.”
Swoon.
“Let’s get rid of her, then take my bike out. I know a great place for breakfast right on the beach.”
“Oh, yeah, I’d love that.” Who was this man, and what had he done with the Tyler who ran from her every chance he got?
He kissed her again. “Give me five minutes.”
Kelsie shook her head. “No.”
His eyes narrowed, but his smirk betrayed the fierce look he was going for. “No?”
“Yep. She’s already seen me… no point in hiding now. Besides, I don’t trust her for a second. You do not need to be alone with her.”
Oh shit, did it sound like she was staking a claim? After one night, he’d not given her any indication it was more than him helping her out. Was this when he’d give her the boot?
But he laughed and pulled her in for a quick hug. “My little tiger. Do I have to worry about you trying to claw her eyes out?”
With a snort, Kelsie pulled out of his embrace. “Depends how much of a bitch she is to you.” She started for the door, still wearing only Ty’s T-shirt and her panties.
Ty grabbed his sweatpants and whistled as she passed him. “Dayum, you are hot as fuck when you’re feisty,” he said, slipping into the sweats.
His playfulness was a boost to her ego. She spun on her heel, facing him. “And I’m just getting started, handsome.” With that teasing comment, she whirled back around and marched to the door with Ty hot on her heels, growling like a hungry lion. He caught her before she reached the door, wrapped his arm around her waist, and gently nipped her neck.
This fun-loving side of being with a man was brand new and exciting. Even before the kidnapping, when she’d taken sporadic dates and the occasional hook-up, she’d never laughed and enjoyed a man’s company the way she did with Ty.
The man made an enticing complete package, which spelled disaster for her in the long run. She could not continue down this path and keep her heart from jumping out of her chest and latching on to him permanently.
The trauma of heartbreak might put her over the edge.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MOTHERFUCKING TRINA.
How dare that shrew barge into his home and bedroom. She had no right to be in his personal space. Hell, she shouldn’t even be in Lithia. What the fuck was she doing acting as though they were anything more than exes who hated each other?
Damn him for forgetting to lock the door before going to sleep. Feeling Kelsie come all over him last night scrambled his brain so well he’d overlooked the simple task.
Now, he’d pay dearly for that mistake.
They were still laughing as they tumbled out of his bedroom and walked down the hall. That dried up the second they entered the den to find Trina making herself very comfortable on his couch. She’d shed the gaudy shoes and curled her stocking-covered legs under herself. Her damn skirt was so short half an ass cheek was on display.
Time hadn’t been too generous to Trina. The daily packs of cigarettes, alcohol, and whatever else she put in her body had taken its toll. She had wrinkled, leathery skin she tried to disguise with pounds of makeup and a body that defied physics. Had she had her tits enlarged again? What was that, four times now? He’d put money on them looking bigger than the last time he saw her a year or so ago. With her skinny, near-scrawny figure, she looked like a top-heavy doll that would topple forward.