Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“For the kids, not this situation... Don't worry, I’ll keep my word and find a solution to the problem.”
He nods and walks over to me, taking my hand.
“Thank you, C, donation or not, you do know you and your friends are always welcome here, right?”
“Of course.” I smile.
Billy and Kate come through the wooden doors before he can reply, and Pastor Ryan gives my hand a little pat. “I would like to talk to Mrs. Cox and her grandson about her illness, we offer several programs here that I think would be very beneficial,” he offers. Then letting go of my hand he walks toward them.
“I'll wait for you outside,” I mouth to Billy, pointing my finger to the glass door. He nods an okay and turns his attention back to Pastor Ryan and Kate.
Heading to the glass doors, Linc pushes off the wall and follows me out. Once outside, away from earshot of the others, he comes up walking beside me, and says, “Wow, donating drug money to the church, bet no one’s ever done that before.” Stopping, I put my hands on my hips and just look at him as he keeps going. He pauses when he notices I am not beside him anymore and turns around, walking back to me. When he is in front of me, he says, “What? Am I wrong?”
“I have a job too, you know.”
“I saw how long it took you to shove all that money in that bucket, no flower shop is paying you that much,” he chuckles, a sly grin on his face. “Whatever,” I snap.
“How much did you put in there anyway?” he asks, his voice thick with coyness.
“None of your fucking business,” I answer pissed, as I stomp past him toward the parking lot. He reaches out and grabs my arm, spinning me around into his chest.
“Easy there, Kitten, I don't think I like your tone. I'm going to assume you’re just tired since you did not stay where I put you,” he sneers.
“Where you put me?... I'm not a piece of furniture, Linc,” I sneer back. Why did I think he saw me as something special when, in reality, I’m just a toy. “Yes, but you do have fingers and a phone. You should have called me and told me you were leaving. If I had not been with Billy, I would have gotten home and been worried when you were not there.” Swallowing the lump in my throat, my anger is suddenly washed over with guilt. He was worried about me. He cares.
I look at him apologetically and mutter, “I'm sorry, I should have called you, but everything just got so crazy, so fast.”
He lowers his head, rubbing his nose across mine, then taking my hand he says, “Come on, I'll walk you to your truck.”
At my truck he asks, “Did the locksmith come?”
“Yes. Oh, and I have your key to the main door in here somewhere,” I say, digging in my purse, finding it, I hand it to him. Digging a little more, I find my truck keys. Pushing the fob, the door unlocks, and I reach for the handle to open it, but Linc grabs my arm and pushes me back against the door with his body. His lips are on mine before I even know what’s happening. My lips part in surprise and he slides his tongue in, filling my mouth. Grabbing his tongue between my teeth, I hold it still and give it teasing licks with mine, then nip it with my teeth before letting it go. He lets out a deep seductive groan and pushes his body into me harder. His erection digs into my stomach, making the rolling sensation between my legs start again. I reach up and grab his hair, pulling it, while he kisses me so hard, I can feel my lips bruise.
“Get a room,” Billy shouts coming up beside us, making us both jump, breaking the kiss. We don't move though. We stand here staring into each other’s eyes. One of the burner phones starts vibrating in the purse hanging from my shoulder, but I ignore it and continue to stare into his eyes.
Billy coughs to get our attention and Linc shifts his eyes to look his way, then shifting them back to me, he says, “Kitten?”
“Yes?” I answer breathless. I can't move my head. “Mmmmm,” I hum, lost in his eyes, still out of breath. He smirks.
“Kitten, can you let go of my hair?”
“Oh shit, sorry!” How embarrassing. I didn’t realize I still had a death grip on him. Letting go of his hair, he smiles like he is proud of himself for having me so spellbound.
He turns and reaches in his pocket, getting out the keys to his car, while I get my purse to answer the phone that won't quit vibrating. Linc tosses the keys to Billy and says, “Go ahead and get your grandmother in the car. I will be right there.” Not paying any attention to them, I read and answer the text message from the buyer phone.