Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I doubt anyone at the club knows about Torin doing that. I know Nailer knows about Torin and his son, but the rest of his brothers? Probably not. So, I held on. I never regretted it either. I would have held on forever, but his escapades with the club girls were slowly cutting out my heart. I think that’s why I understand Gabby, because I was becoming a shell of the woman I wanted to be. So, I decided to go out, get laid, and live my life. I was officially squelching the Torin James torch that I’d held onto for way too long.
Which makes it ironic that he showed up the night I was putting my plan into action. It also explains why my head is a jumbled mess at the moment. Hell, that could partly be because of the mind-blowing orgasm.
“I’ll be right back, baby,” Torin whispers near my ear, before placing a kiss on my forehead. My damn heart squeezes in my chest at how sweet he’s being. I feel like I fell into a damn rabbit hole. I nod as I look at him, feeling too many emotions to name. I don’t trust myself to speak, but when he smiles at me—looking at me like I’m the beginning and end of everything for him—I feel the strongest urge to cry. When he finally walks away, I close my eyes and try my best to get ahold of myself.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s coming out of the bathroom, holding a washcloth in his hand. He goes to the end of the bed and begins crawling up. That’s when I realize I don’t have the sheets or covers pulled over me. Panic hits me, and I don’t even know why. After what the two of us just shared, it shouldn’t be there at all. I can’t truly explain it. I just feel extra vulnerable. “What are you doing?”
“I’m cleaning my woman up,” he murmurs, giving me a heart-stopping grin. I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning when I feel the warm cloth slide against my pussy. It feels good. I can’t deny it. Torin was big. I’m not sure what I expected, but one could say he was truly blessed below the belt. Shit, the man is blessed everywhere. I can’t get over the fact he is actually asinine enough to say he wasn’t enough for me. Torin is fierce but can also be sweet and gentle. He has a huge heart that he doesn’t let anyone see, and he looks like a damn Greek god. How can he be so blind about what he can offer a woman?
No, not a woman. Me. He wants me. He claimed me last night as his. I tried to stay detached, but I couldn’t—not completely.
“Torin,” I start, though his name turns into a gasp as he places a gentle kiss not only against the top of my pussy, but on the inside of my thigh.
“Are you very sore, sweetheart? I tried to be gentle, but I kind of lost control,” he explains as he tosses the cloth toward the bathroom.
“I’m okay,” I answer, while knowing I’m blushing bright red.
He settles on his side, staring at me. His arm comes around my stomach as he pulls me against him. “No, Peaches, you’re fucking fantastic,” he corrects, giving my lips a chaste kiss.
When he goes to pull away, I tangle my fingers into his dark hair and bring his lips back to mine, kissing him. I’m too raw and confused to let him know what I’m feeling, so I try to show him my love through my kiss. It’s different from the past kisses we’ve shared. This one is soft and tender, small pecks on our lips, sucking them into our mouths before our tongues dance together. It’s a kiss filled with peace … and love.
“I feel like I might be dreaming. I’m afraid I’ll wake up and this will all have been a dream.”
“It’s not a dream. I’m here and I’m not leaving your side again.”
“I think I’m afraid to believe that,” I tell him honestly.
“Baby, I just cleaned your blood off my cock. Do you really think I would have taken your innocence if I wasn’t in this thing with you one hundred and ten percent?”
“No, I know you’re a good man, Torin. A bit of an idiot, but I’ve always known you were one of the best men I’ve ever known.”
“Thanks, I think,” he snorts, laugh lines crinkling around his eyes with his smile as he kisses my lips quickly.
I slide my hand against his cheek, letting my fingers dance through his beard. God, he really is beautiful. “I love you,” I tell him, surprising myself. I didn’t mean to say that. It’s the last thing I probably should have done. I close my eyes, leaning my forehead against him as the severity of what I just said hits me. Jesus, I am stupid. What if I scare him away? Men don’t talk about feelings. I know that.