Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 106909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
“Plans?” I repeated, frowning. “Were you going to wake me?”
“No. You can hang here. I’ll be back in few hours. I have an appointment.”
This was her brother Matt’s condo and I had no intention of hanging here while Kat was gone. Matt stayed at his bar, Avalanche, most of the time, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t pop in. Finding me lying naked in his sister’s bed. Jesus, that was all I needed.
I threw my legs over the side of the bed and stalked toward her. She stood her ground while I looped my arm around her waist, picked her up, tossed her over my shoulder, and spanked her ass.
“Ream!” she screamed. Her purse fell to the floor as she grabbed my waist for balance.
“Cancel.” I had to have her one more time. Then we could go our separate ways.
“Ream, I can’t. It’s important.” Her voice went up an octave on the last word as I threw her onto the bed.
My dick hardened at the sight of her lying there, blonde hair messed, lips plush and shiny with pink gloss.
She scrambled to the side of the bed, but I caught her before she had a chance to escape. “I’m not done with you,” I said. And suddenly I wasn’t sure if I ever would be. Jesus, what the fuck? I’d known her for two weeks, and yet here I was contemplating starting some sort of relationship? A relationship I’d never had before. Never wanted or intended. I didn’t want a chick, but Kat … was strong. She could handle my shit. And it was real bad shit.
Was it possible? Or would that sick, disgusted feeling catch up to me with her too?
“Ream, I’m serious. I can’t miss this appointment.”
If I let her slip away, would I lose the taste of what it was like to feel during sex? Would the unemotional coldness slam back into me like I was dead? Fuck, I couldn’t. I didn’t want that again, and I’d do anything to keep this feeling alive.
I lowered my naked body on top of hers, feeling the course material of her jeans on my dick. I had to get rid of her fuckin’ clothes ASAP. “Reschedule.”
She pushed at my chest as I undid her jeans. “I can’t. Ream, seriously.” She punched me in the shoulder, and this time I looked up, my hands pausing on her zipper.
I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone. “I’ll get you another appointment tomorrow. What’s the number?” I figured it was a hair or nail appointment. Girls were funny about shit like that.
She rolled her eyes. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
“No.” I cupped her between the legs and half smiled when I heard her moan. But to my disappointment, it didn’t last and she slid out from beneath me and got to her feet.
I fell back onto the bed, closing my eyes. “You and me. We aren’t done, Kat.” Fuck no. I didn’t want that numb feeling of fucking some chick I didn’t give two shits about.
“Umm … yeah.” She paused and I heard her shuffling around. “I’ll catch you later.” Her voice was too high-pitched, and I sat up to find her on her hands and knees scrambling to put items back in her purse that must have fallen out when I threw her over my shoulder.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed to help her when I saw it.
I stared, a crushing disbelief blanketing me.
She froze.
Then at the same time, we both dove for it, but it was closer to me and I grabbed it first.
“What the fuckin’ hell?” My heart pounded with fury and disappointment. Fuck. I knew she was too good to be true. Jesus. My fingers curled around the syringe as I glared at her. Jesus. Fuck. Why? Why did this shit have to be thrown back at me in every facet of my life?
“Ream, it’s not what you think.” She held out her hand. “Give it back.”
“That’s what they all say, isn’t it?” I shoved past her. Fuck. What a Goddamn waste.
The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach whirled and tossed like a friggin’ washing machine. Just looking at the needle made me want to throw up. It was like a slap in my face with the tip of a wet towel.
I felt her delicate hand curl around my bicep and I wrenched away as I pushed open the bathroom door.
She raised her voice. “Ream, no.”
Panicked. Figures. A fuckin’ junky that hates her stash being wasted. I didn’t want or need this bullshit. Not a chance in hell was I going down this road again.
I pulled the lid off the syringe.
“Damn it, Ream. Don’t you dare!” She made a grab for the syringe and knocked it from my hand as it slid across the ceramic tiles.
We both dove for it at the same time, Kat landing on top of me as my knees hit the floor. Her slight weight was nothing to me. I easily shoved her off and she fell backwards onto her butt.
I grabbed the syringe, got to my feet, then turned and glared at her, shaking my head. “Pathetic. Jesus.” I removed the cap then pressed the plunger releasing the clear liquid into the toilet. After flushing, I replaced the cap and tossed the empty syringe onto the counter. God, I couldn’t even look at her, it disgusted me. She disgusted me. “I don’t fuckin’ screw junkies. Period. I’m out of here.” Fuck. How could I have missed this? I knew the signs but somehow I’d missed them with her.
“You bastard!”
I was taken aback by the fire in her eyes. Why the hell was she pissed at me? She was the one with the problem. Crazy bitch. Figures.
She scrambled to her feet then came at me shoving me in the chest several times, and I staggered back toward the wall. All I could do was take what she gave because I sure as shit wasn’t into striking a woman, even one that was freakin’ her shit on me over one hit.