Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
The rhythmic pull of her pussy drawing on my cock was enough to send me over the ledge myself.
Hot spurts of my come filled her tight pussy, and I momentarily went blind as I chased the last dregs of my orgasm.
“Holy fuckin’ shit,” Keely breathed.
There was a harsh thump, and we both turned to look at the window.
“Oh my god. Did he just fall?”
“I hope so,” I grumbled.
She slapped me on the shoulder and started laughing. “That wouldn’t be funny!”
“Actually, it would,” I said. “What’s the point of this blanket if it has so many goddamn holes in it?”
“It’s a knit blanket. They’re supposed to have holes,” she pointed out. “And it’s decorative. I don’t actually use it as a blanket.”
“What, exactly, would one need a decorative blanket for?” I wondered. “Seems like a waste.”
“Aesthetics,” she answered. “Now, how am I going to get to that bathroom without the one that’s still there seeing me?”
I picked her up and walked with her to the bathroom, using my hand as a shield once again as I deposited her onto the floor of her bathroom and slamming the door closed with my toes.
I grinned as I pulled out of her and watched my release slide down the length of her thigh.
“I really am on birth control,” she said. “I have the implant right here.”
I ran my fingers along the spot on her arm where a birth control implant resided just underneath her skin.
I couldn’t stop myself from glaring at it. “I don’t like it.”
“You may not like it, but having babies isn’t on my Bingo card for the year.”
“Technically, if you got pregnant now, you wouldn’t have it until next year,” I pointed out.
She reached into the shower and turned it on before dropping the blanket.
I grinned as she stepped into the shower and reached for the showerhead.
After I cleaned myself up, I went to gather our clothes, then came back just as she was stepping out.
Her wild curly hair was now slightly damp, and some of the curls had straightened out and pasted themselves against her skin.
“I…”
The doorbell rang, and she frowned.
My brows rose as I said, “Get dressed and go answer it.”
“What about you?” she asked.
“I’ll hang out right here,” I said. “I could use a nap if it’s one of your siblings.”
“It’s likely Copper,” she said. Her eyes narrowed. “I heard Copper, Chevy, and Cutter talking and they said your brother had something to do with getting him out.”
That had actually been me, but Shasha could take the credit for all I cared.
As long as she was happy, that’s all that mattered.
I jerked my chin up and said, “He shouldn’t have been there in the first place.”
Her eyes warmed as she said, “No, he shouldn’t have.”
I took the bed, glanced out the windows, and could do nothing but shake my head.
“They did a really shitty job,” I muttered as I heard Copper’s voice say, “Did you see that some man was unconscious from hitting the side of the building as he cleaned one of the windows?”
I fell asleep to her giggling reply, and didn’t wake up again for hours.
I’m not a ten. I’m more like two 5s being held together by mashed potatoes.
—Keely’s secret thoughts
KEELY
The last thing I wanted to do three nights later was go to work, but luckily I wouldn’t be doing it with Dorie.
I was working with one of the new hires, who hopefully wasn’t as overwhelming as Dorie had been.
Dima was at my side as we walked toward the sleep center, his eyes taking everything in while simultaneously looking like he wasn’t scanning at all.
The knife I usually carried with me was in my bag instead of my hand, because I had something infinitely more dangerous standing next to me.
“Have you happened to have seen me walk to work before this?” I asked worriedly.
Dima didn’t look down at me, but he did flash a small grin before his face smoothed out again.
“The hunting knife is a nice touch,” he admitted. “But you look too confident when you’re walking around with it, like you’re not crazy enough. You should add a little head twitch to maybe act like you’re high as fuck or something.”
I snorted.
“I’ll try that next time that you’re not with me,” I teased.
His eyes did turn to meet mine then. “There won’t be a time when I’m not with you.”
My brows rose at that as we came to a stop in front of the sleep center’s door. “You’re not going to be able to be with me twenty-four-seven,” I pointed out. “One day, I’ll need to put your new theory to the test because you’re out offing a man in Plano.”
He tucked a curl behind my ear, and it immediately sprang back into place.
“We’ll see.” He chuckled.
“Will you…” I hesitated, unsure how to ask if he’d be there when I got done with work.