Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
I studied her face, and sure, she looked frightened, but what also was there was fierce anger. The type of anger that makes you sloppy, and can get you into hot water if you're not careful. During a fight, anger can be used against you. I needed Em to get past the anger, because it was going to wear her down if she didn't get it under control.
"What's wrong? I mean other than the obvious. What else is going through that head of yours?” I asked her.
"I'm so fucking pissed at myself. I never should have left there so late, and if I did, I really should have had someone with me. I was also useless. I couldn't fight back.” She whispered.
I got up, and then dropped to my knees in front of her. I traced the bruises on her jaw lightly with the knuckle of my pointer finger.
"I'll teach you how to defend yourself, honey. You'll never feel like this again. Do you know how to shoot a pistol?” I asked her while staring into her eyes.
Ember's eyes were hazel. Sometimes they were blue, others they were green, and even brown in the right light. Now they were a deep vivid green.
Ember leaned forward and ran her nose along the bridge of mine.
"Thank you for coming, Gabe.” She said and lightly kissed me on the cheek.
My hands itched to grab hold of her hair, burying themselves, just to see if her hair was as soft as it looked. Giving in to the urge, I let my fingers run through her hair. It was so silky smooth. Most women's hair I touched had a stiff feeling to it, but Ember's was light, cool, and smooth. Her hair was an odd shade of blonde, white blonde with reddish hues to it when she moved, especially in the sunlight.
Since she said leaving it down made it into a rat’s nest, very rarely was it down, so I continued to play with it since it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
I’ve also never taken these types of privileges before. I knew that the likes of her was too good for the likes of me. However, after the scare tonight, I decided that she was going to be mine, whether I deserved her or not. I would give her everything and do anything she asked. Except let her go.
"And yes, I can shoot a pistol. I can also shoot a rifle, a shot gun, and a submachine gun.” She said with a smile.
"How do you know you can shoot a submachine gun?” I asked curiously.
She gave me a wide smile that showed off her beautiful straight teeth.
"James and Max took Cheyenne and I once. They got us guest passes and we drove up to their base over a long weekend. It was a blast.” She said.
I let out a deep laugh when I saw the satisfaction on her face. She would enjoy something like that.
"Alright, in that case, I have a .38 you can have. I want you to carry it on you from now on, but not in your purse, on your person. We can get you a pancake holster for your back, or an ankle holster. Whatever you want, but I want you to carry it on you at all times from now on. We will go to the range as soon as you feel up to it and test your reaction time. Got it?” I asked.
She gave a nod, and I noticed she was fading fast. The pain meds were kicking in and she would be out like a light shortly.
"Time for bed, honey.” I said as I helped her stand.
She stood slowly, and then picked her can up to toss into the trash. She kept the tab though. She pulled the chain that was around her neck and unhooked it, and then threaded the tab onto her necklace and re-latched it around her neck.
I gave her a quizzical look, but she waved me off.
I made my way to the hallway and turned towards the guest room, but Ember didn't follow me. She turned to the right instead and headed into my room. I waited a few minutes for her to come back, but she didn't reappear.
I broke down and strode to my room, only to freeze in the doorway at the sight that was before me. Ember was on her knees in my bed. My black shirt didn't leave much to the imagination since it had ridden up over her bottom and exposed her plain white cotton bikini underwear. The position she was in was an odd one. Her ass was in the air, with her knees tucked under her. Her arms curled up tightly to her chest, and her hair was a mess all around her.
The position she was in reminded me of when Sam’s girls fell asleep. They sleep in the exact same position that Ember was in right now. It didn't look the least bit comfortable, but it obviously had to be since she was dead to the world.
My cock hardened painfully behind the fly of my jeans, and I pressed the heel of my palm down hard against it, looking for a little relief. Didn't help though, only made me that much more aware of it.
It doesn't matter anyway. Ember could be on the rag, throwing up with chicken pox and I would still want her.
Heaving a sigh, I walked to the bathroom, took a piss, brushed my teeth and changed into my pajama bottoms. I had to rip the tag off first since I never slept in anything but my underwear. Anyone who ever had to be up in a hurry knew better than to go naked to bed. Always be prepared was my motto. Sure would look funny to be running out of the barracks and looking over to see a friend’s dick swinging. The pants were entirely for Ember's benefit. I didn't want her getting upset with being in bed with me practically naked.