Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“I think I’ve got a green thumb.” She pops back up, her blond hair bouncing all around her. I’ve learned it gets curly when it's wet. I love playing with her hair. That is something I would have never thought I’d enjoy, but with her so much has changed. I look at the world differently now. I’m learning more about myself with each minute I spend with her.
“Those jeans shorts are entirely too short.”
“They make my ass look good. Don’t look if you don’t like them.” I smile, loving the fact that she’s not going to take any crap from me. My eyes run up and down her toned legs as she walks over toward me. She takes her sweet-ass time coming up the stairs. I spread my legs, knowing she’s going to drop down into my lap. She does.
“You always look good.” I run my hand up her thigh. I love these shorts, but only because there’s no one else around for miles. The last three days have been the best in my life. I didn't know I could be so fucking happy. Sometimes it scares the shit out of me that I could lose it. But I know even having my kitten for a day would be worth it.
“You think we should grill out tonight? It’s such a nice day.” She holds her arm up. “I’m getting a tan. I’m going to be sunkissed soon.”
“Trying to make me jealous of the sun?”
She wraps her arms around me. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m all yours.” She wiggles on my lap as she starts to turn to straddle me. “What time are Bunny and Jameson coming over?”
“Six. We can grill out if you want.” I rest my hands on her hips, pulling her in tighter to me. Her pussy rubs along my cock. She lets out a sexy moan, reminding me that I haven’t been inside her sweet cunt for hours. I’m going to have to rectify that real soon.
“I think we have time for you to clean me up.” She leans down, kissing me. I’ll make the time. I’ll call Jameson and tell his ass not to show up until later if I have to. She lifts her head when we hear someone coming down the driveway. It’s too early to be Jameson. Plus, I don’t recognize the truck. I start to lift Precious from my lap, but she lets out a string of curses. “It’s my brother, Mason.” She turns to look at me. I can see the worry in her facial expression.
“It’s fine.” I pull her down for another kiss until she’s breathless. I can hear her brother park his truck and step out. “Down, Duke.” I call Duke off, knowing without having to look that he’s on guard.
“You kissed me in front of my brother.” Her eyes are wide in surprise.
“He’s going to have to get used to it sooner or later. You do realize that I’ll be kissing you in front of everyone when we get married. I’m guessing all your brothers will be there for that.”
“Married?” She smiles at me. All of the worry fades from her face.
“Davis.” Mason barks my name. I let Precious go. She's up on her feet heading for her brother before I can even get a word out. He’s staring a hole through me even as Precious gives him a hug. I can’t blame the man. I’d be the same way if it were my sister. But he has to know that it won’t change anything. I’m not easily intimidated and I will be marrying my kitten whether they approve of me or not. But I’ll go along with this for a bit to appease Mason.
“Don’t be giving my man a hard time.” She lets go of the hug, stepping back from her brother.
“You know who he is?” he asks her. “You don’t want to tangle with a man like him.”
“I know who he is.” She puts her hands on her hips. “He’s my Bow and that’s all that matters.” I stand, not needing Precious to fight my battles for me, but I’m walking a fine line here. I don’t want to get between her and her brothers. She loves them all and I know they will be a big part of our lives. But that’s not saying that I won’t do exactly that. I’m a selfish man when it comes to her.
“No, PJ. He’s not yours. He’s the government's killing machine.”
Precious rolls her eyes. I didn’t know I was a killing machine. I think he might be exaggerating some. Not that I haven’t killed anyone, because I have. There are some people that need killing and I have no regrets about the lives I’ve ended. They would have killed more if they were left to live. Innocent soldiers that had families back home. These were not angels that I knocked off, they were bad men that were a threat to our way of life. I will never feel bad for ending them.