Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 134045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Keltan didn’t seem at all threatened by the scary tone to Lance’s voice, in fact, his smile widened. Like way more.
Duke wasn’t exactly smiling, he looked to me with uncertainty, worry. I tried to give him a reassuring smile, but I wasn’t quite sure if his worry wasn’t well founded.
“I need to repeat myself?” Lance asked, quietly. He focused on Duke now, even more of a threat in his quiet tone.
Duke’s shoulders tightened and his face turned dangerous.
Shit.
I did not want a fight between these two. They would take out the whole block. Like frickin’ Iron Man and Captain America taking each other on.
“It’s okay,” I said to Duke, moving slightly between them.
Duke didn’t look to me immediately but instead held his stare with Lance, likely having some kind of nonverbal communication only badasses like the two of them could decipher.
“I’ll be right outside,” he said to me.
“No, you won’t,” Lance said.
Shit.
Something about that made my stomach drop with just the littlest bit of fear but the rest of me got turned the eff on.
Duke obviously wasn’t feeling that kind of way because his face got even scarier and I thought we were about to have a Greenstone version of Marvel’s Civil War right here in this unassuming living room.
But the moment passed without an epic battle as Duke stopped glaring and walked toward the door, not before stopping to squeeze my arm. “You need me, you let me know.”
There was no more scary glare, just the soft look he always had with me. I knew the offer was not to taunt Lance but more because he meant it and was just a good man. The arm squeeze might have been a little bit to piss off Lance, though, and from what I saw from the corner of my eye, it definitely worked.
I smiled at him and he smiled back, easily and warmly. Something the man behind me, close enough to press into the side of my arm.
Duke squeezed my arm gently once more before he walked out.
I admired his bravery for giving Lance his back in the state he was in. Then again, Lance wasn’t exactly someone that would strike someone when their back was turned. That was more of a Robert move.
Nothing happened after the door closed behind Duke. Not immediately.
My entire body wired, heart beating through my ribs, despite the fact it had been even as I was talking to the man who’d tried to kill me and my son.
I was having trouble trying to breathe evenly, despite the fact my breath had been steady minutes ago hearing Robert’s laugh.
I couldn’t stand here, feeling all that with Lance’s heat pressing into my arm, his presence pressing into my frickin’ soul.
So I turned. “Lance—”
I didn’t get anything else out, because this was when Lance pounced.
His hands went to either side of my face and he didn’t waste any time yanking my mouth to his. Immediately his tongue was inside, pillaging, taking control.
I didn’t think I had the ability to process something like this quite as quickly, but I responded. Immediately. With just as much ferocity as Lance was giving me. With all of the ferocity I’d refused to give Robert.
Everything that had happened this month, everything that had been piling up like sticks of dynamite.
Lance was the flame.
Frick, he was the flame and the dynamite.
He let out a growl at the back of this throat and his teeth grazed my lips. I responded to that growl, that small slice of pain in my lip. I responded in every way possible for a human woman to respond to something like that. And then all the impossible ones. My legs went around Lance’s hips without thought, only with pure carnal need. One of his hands went to my ass, pressing me against the hardness of his jeans.
This was my time to let out a growl of my own, that I was sure didn’t sound feminine or sexy. I didn’t care. I didn’t care that I’d just come from a shift at work, that my hair smelled like fries or that I couldn’t remember if I’d shaved my legs today, I didn’t care anything but creating the much-needed friction of my pussy against Lance’s denim-covered cock.
I got it. Oh, did I get it. It was very apparent that he had sufficient equipment to make sure I could get my friction. So I could get an orgasm in the next frickin’ twenty seconds if this kept going.
I was going to do everything in my power to make sure that this kept going, because I needed this. I needed him. It wasn’t until right now, seconds away from coming with all of our clothes on, that I realized just how much I needed Lance.
He obviously needed me too, if the sounds in response to my frenzied grinding were anything to go by.