Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Chapter 40
Nash
I don’t know what I had in mind when I told Ayla she could use my address to mail her birth certificate. She didn’t. She had it sent to her sister’s address, but that didn’t stop her from coming home with me after getting shit straight in Plano.
The way we came together in that hotel in Waco was only the beginning. I never imagined it would turn into four months of the kinkiest fucking sex of my life. I never knew I’d wake up beside her every fucking day, grateful that she didn’t fade like a dream.
I also never anticipated I’d do nice shit like make her breakfast in bed before drilling her ass as she begs for more.
My cock thickens with the memories as I plate the last piece of French toast. We’re both insatiable, and I know it can’t last like this forever. I know, eventually, we’ll have to face the real world for longer than one of her shifts at the pediatrician’s office in town, but today isn’t the day.
“Just what I wanted for breakfast,” she says, her eyes locked on the erection protruding from my hips as I enter the room, rather than the plate in my hand.
“I think you have an addiction,” I mutter, trying to act disinterested as I place the cup of juice and plate on the bedside table.
“I think you’re right,” she says.
“And to think you work with kids. What would your boss say?”
“Well, this morning he said you’re fired when I called in, so I guess it doesn’t matter.”
I freeze, looking down at her, smacking her hand when she reaches for my cock. “Really?”
She shrugs as if it doesn’t matter. Honestly, it doesn’t. I think she works because she feels like she needs to contribute, but I’ve risked my life more times than I can count in an effort to build my bank account. Neither of us have to work. We could live comfortably very easily with what I have in the bank.
“He fucking fired you?”
“You have that I’m going to kill him look in your eyes.” She says it with laughter in her voice, as if it sort of thrills her that I’d consider hurting someone who may have upset her. She’d probably never admit it, but she loves the way I’m so fucking protective over her.
“There’s nothing wrong with your ability to read me,” I mutter.
When she reaches for my cock again, I don’t bother trying to stop her.
“I’ll find something else,” she says as she inches closer, her lips wrapping around my cock. “Mmm. Tastes like me.”
I grip her hair, pulling her head back until her mouth hangs open just the way I like it. I press forward, running my cock over her tongue and getting even hornier, if that’s possible, with the noise she makes when I push too far.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you look with my cock in your mouth?”
Her eyes sparkle, partly with pride, partly because I keep pressing into her throat like it’s mine to fuck any time I want.
Instead of trying to pull away when I fill her until she can’t breathe, she blinks up at me, her hand cupping my sack in that perfect way she does.
“It’s going to be a very long day for you, baby,” I warn as I pull back, giving her a chance to breathe.
“I hope so,” she says, that same devious look in her eyes she gets when she’s feeling incredibly needy.
I rip the covers from around her waist, my thumb skating over the scar on her breast.
I know our time for vengeance against Cortez will come. Angel and Liam have been working relentlessly on tracking him down. I turned down the offer the last time Angel asked if I wanted to work. My time is best spent in this house, inside this woman.
I know there’s a real chance we won’t have forever, but instead of one of us changing our minds like I worried about, I know it would take death to pull us apart.
I’m sure any shrink would say that our co-dependency on each other isn’t healthy, but fuck those people. They haven’t faced what we faced. They haven’t lived what we lived.
“Not going to stop,” I warn. “Even when you beg.”
“Wouldn’t expect you to,” she says, her teeth digging into her bottom lip.
“Gonna empty my nuts inside of you over and over.”
“Sounds like a good time,” she says, coming up on her knees so she can press the warmth of her body against me.
“I’m serious, Ayla. I’m going—”
The sound of banging on the front door moves me into action.
I pull away, immediately reaching for the gun on the bedside table.
Whoever has the fucking audacity to come to my house may not live to regret it.
I yank the sheet from the bed, wrapping it around my hips as I leave the room.