Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Slow down, Momma,” I tease, nipping at her neck. “I’m gonna lick your pussy to get you nice and juicy for me.”
“I can fucking hear you, assholes,” Cal barks out from the other side of the door.
Roux giggles as I practically tear her dress and underwear off. I drop to my knees, eager to bury my nose in her cunt. She groans when I do just that. Her scent does things to me. Intoxicates and maddens me. Fuck, I love the way she smells.
I haul her thigh over my shoulder, eager to lick her. She’s not showing yet, but after five positive pregnancy tests she took this week, there’s no denying she’s having my baby by Christmas. I’ve been unable to keep my hands off her stomach. Even now, I have to touch her soft belly.
“I’m going to be the best damn dad,” I vow to her and then lick her clit. “You know that, right?”
“Yesss,” she murmurs. “The best.”
I suck on her clit until she screeches, all but ripping my hair out of my head. I could feast on her sweet pussy all damn day. Sometimes, when we’re both at home with nothing to do, I do just that. Easily, I bring my girl to climax.
While I’m on my knees…
“Roux, baby?”
She trembles, caressing my hair as she looks down at me with hooded eyes. “Mmm?”
“You want to be mine forever?”
“I already am.”
I grin as I fish the box out of my pocket. She doesn’t even look surprised, which makes me relax. This—us—was always going to happen. The universe just had to get its shit straight first.
“Little Hoodlum, will you be my wife?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Of course.”
I slide the ring on her finger, happy that it fits. Then, I toss the box before standing. I’m ripping off my shirt as she unfastens my shorts. It’s a frantic dash to get naked and then I have her in my arms, pressed against the door.
“I love you,” I murmur as I thrust into her hard.
Never slow with my girl.
Always desperate. Needy. Never enough.
She holds on, grinning. “Love you too.”
“Jordy!” Cal bellows.
Ignoring him, I fuck my girl until we’re both moaning in ecstasy. It isn’t until Cal starts beating on the goddamn door that I realize he’s not giving us shit for having sex. Something’s wrong.
I scramble to throw on my clothes and slip out the door while Roux gets dressed.
“What the fuck?” I huff out, scowling at him.
His face is white as a ghost. “It’s Hollis’s sister, man. Fuck.”
Penny. Sebban. Oh God.
“What happened?” I growl.
“Hollis called me. Roan and the other responders are just arriving on the scene. It’s Charlotte’s car. She got in a really bad accident. That’s all I know, man.”
Charlotte.
Not Penny and Sebban.
Fuck.
Roux stumbles out of the cabin, grabbing onto my hand. “What? Charlotte’s hurt?”
She sways and I pull her to me to keep from letting her crash to the porch floor.
“I don’t know, Little Hoodlum. He said he’d call me back.”
A choked sob escapes her. “Jordy…”
“Shh, Roux. It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”
Dread settles in my gut. Something tells me nothing is okay.
Rather than voicing that feeling, I hold my sobbing girl to my chest and pray like fuck her ex-best friend is okay because if we lose Charlotte, it’s going to rock everyone’s world.
Charlotte
The accident…
Pain.
Oh my God.
So much pain.
“Char, babe,” Ryan grunts out. “I got you.”
I’m being dragged away from my car, the heels of my bare feet scraping across the asphalt. Oh my God. My car. It’s mangled beyond recognition. Everything hurts and my mind is foggy.
“Oww,” I whine. “It hurts.”
“You’re fine,” he croons. “You’re fine. We’re fine. My dad will be here soon. Everything’s going to be all right.”
I start to cry.
Why is he being so nice now?
He’s a cruel, mean bastard.
The last thing I remember is him screaming at me, my hair tangled in his fist. Now he’s stroking my hair and promising me the world.
“Owww.” Tears roll out when another flash of pain slices across my midsection. “It hurts.”
“Ssh,” he says, his teeth chattering. “I have something to help.” His shaking hand appears in front of my face. “Take this.”
I turn my head. “I can’t. It won’t be good for the b—owww!”
The acrid taste of the pill makes me gag. He pushes it back and pinches my nose, forcing me to swallow it. As soon as it’s down, I start to cry harder. He strokes my hair, trying to calm me.
“W-What did we hit?” I ask, shuddering. “Did we hurt someone?”
“That car,” he says, pointing. “You weren’t looking at the road and hit it head-on.”
Bile rises up my esophagus. “I did that?”
He frowns in disappointment.
Everything spins around me. The pill starts its familiar pull. I wish he hadn’t made me take it. I can’t think right when I take that crap.
“I need to check on that person,” I whimper. “What if they’re hurt?”