Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Aww, little Hollis is getting mad because someone likes his mom.”
“Fuck off.”
“Only if you’re fucking off with me.”
I tilt my head up to look at him. He rolls his body onto mine and kisses me. Sometimes his kisses are vulnerable and sweet. Those kisses imbed their way into my heart. It’s times like this that I realize I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep Roan Hirsch as mine. Whatever it takes.
“So no doctor. What then? Substitute teacher?”
“You have a fetish for substitute teachers,” I grumble.
“It’s your fault. You showed up in your spiffy coat and your expensive car. I can’t help it I fell for the whole gig.”
“Fell, huh?”
Instead of responding, he playfully bites my jaw. “Tell me.”
“I like the idea of helping people, but I refuse to give my soul to a hospital. Dad lost us when he married medicine.”
Roan kisses me again, softer. Gently. Like he can kiss away the pain inside me—pain Dad is responsible for.
“Maybe a paramedic,” I say thoughtfully. “I don’t think I’m tough like you to want to run into burning buildings. But helping them once you bring them out to me, I can do.”
“Oh,” Roan teases, “I like the idea of you looking hot in your suit and standing in front of an ambulance. Definitely going to jack off to this image later.”
I grab his ass and squeeze. “Make sure you call me when you do because I’ll be doing the same thing thinking about you in all that heavy fireman’s gear.”
“I might have already jacked off to fantasies of you as my teacher.”
We both laugh.
“You want a lesson, huh?” I tease. “You’re nice and clean after your shower. Maybe I’ll give you a lesson in rimming.”
“Eating ass?”
“Pay attention,” I say in a firm, authoritative tone, “and you’re to not speak crudely in my classroom, young man.”
His smile is deviant, and his eyes light up with wickedness. “Yes, Mr. English.”
Damn, when this bad boy is obedient, he really gets my dick hard.
“Good boy.”
“Hollis.”
“Hollis.”
“Hollis.”
I wake from my dreams, confused and unaware of where I’m at. All I know is it’s warm. It’s quiet. I’m on a cloud.
“You’re coming off the anesthesia,” a man says. “The surgery went well. While the perforation wasn’t too big, it was surrounded by some abscesses that needed to be drained. We’ve closed up the hole and fixed you right up.”
My eyelids are too heavy.
I drift off.
All I see is amber.
Eyes.
Eyes.
His eyes.
Roan.
Roan
I have no plan.
Just get Roux.
Everything else, I’ll figure out along the way. Getting a ride was easy enough. Mike was distracted when I asked to borrow his truck. Kelsey’s primary concern was making sure Hollis was okay. And while everything screamed in me to stay at the hospital with Hollis, I couldn’t ignore my sister’s terrified sobs.
“Please come get me. I’m scared. I don’t feel safe.”
The roads are slick tonight, but I still drive like a bat out of hell. My veins are buzzing with energy. Adrenaline is fueling me. Within ten minutes, I’m pulling into Mom’s ghetto apartment complex. I see Alejandro’s shitty Maxima, so I know he’s home.
Fuck.
I’m going to have to come to blows with this motherfucker.
Anything for Roux.
After I whip into a parking spot, I climb out of the big truck and run into the building. People laugh at me as I run like my ass is on fire, but I don’t give a shit. It feels like an eternity until I get to Mom’s floor.
Loud music thumps from her door, which means Alejandro is having one of his parties. I turn the knob and peek my head in. The apartment is a cloud of smoke. My eyes burn from the smell of pot. It pisses me off that Roux has to be exposed to this shit. There’s a black light on and people are dancing. I skate down the entryway and veer off down the hallway undetected. Mom’s bedroom door stands wide-open and the light is on.
Unreliable bitch.
Mom lies sprawled out on the bed, half naked and blissed out on heroin based on the needle sticking out of her arm. One of Alejandro’s friends has his hand between her legs, rubbing. Fucking gross. I hate them all. I’m about to tell him to get the fuck off her considering she’s passed out, but then I hear it.
A squeal.
Roux.
I bolt toward her room. When I go to shove the door open, it only opens about six inches. Something heavy is blocking it. The dresser.
“Roux!” I call out. “It’s me! Let me in!”
“Roan!”
She runs to the door, sticking her skinny arm out, tears running down her cheeks. She’s safe. I just need to get her out.
“Help me,” she pleads.
“Help me,” Alejandro mimics, stepping behind her and chilling my blood.
Another voice laughs from inside the room.
They’re in there with her. Oh my fucking God.
“You so much as—” I start but am cut off when he slaps a hand over her mouth and drags her away. “No!”