Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Yes, I had. But seeing my son last night had me thinking. “Say I wanted to out myself now,” I queried. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
Ethan laughed humorlessly. “Fucking hell.” When I didn’t utter a word, he went silent a short second, then explained, “You faked your death, Twitch, and although pseudocide is technically not a crime, you’re looking at so many other charges you’ll drown in ‘em. Conspiracy, felony tax evasion, forging a death certificate—want me to keep going? Your girl will go down for illegally collecting life insurance. Oh, and here’s your biggest one. Fraud.”
Right. Got it.
“That all?” I smirked when he let out a string of expletives.
“Keep your fucking head down and stay out of trouble,” Ethan groused, and from the sounds of it, he was as tired of this conversation as I was. “I got work to do.” And then he hung up on me.
Alone in my room, a block away from the house that held my son and my woman, I thought about my current position, about Ethan’s advice.
Keep your fucking head down and stay out of trouble.
My lips tilted up at the corners.
Nah.
That wasn’t my style.
Standing quickly, I dressed and grabbed my keys. Before I left the house, I pulled my hood up over my head and slid on my Ray Bans. Hiding my tattooed hands in my pockets, I walked outside, headed towards my unassuming Nissan Patrol, and stepped inside.
It was Monday, and I knew where she was. Same place she was every Monday.
My Lexi was a creature of habit.
I drove quickly and once I got there, I parked, looking out my tinted windows. And there she was.
My restless soul eased at the sight of her.
I was far enough not to be noticed but close enough to see the soft curve of her ass. And, fuck me, she looked beautiful.
The yoga instructor, a slender dude in his forties, stood in front of the six women in a pose, balancing on one leg while pressing the opposite foot into the prone knee, with his arms straight up over his head.
The women matched his pose, and when Lexi wobbled, he rushed her, placing his hands on her waist to steady her.
My eyes flashed and the anger began to build.
Look, I might’ve changed some in my absence, but I wasn’t a fucking saint. The sight of another man’s hands on my woman had my heart thumping. It made me want to smash heads.
Jaw tight, I continued to watch.
When he said something, smiling, and Lexi spoke back through a wide grin, my stomach clenched painfully. They spoke a few moments, and when I couldn’t take my eyes off those hands at her hips, my neck started to heat, my hands balled into fists, and I muttered under my breath, “Get your fuckin’ hands off her.”
As if he heard me, the asshole’s hands slid away from her but not before lingering a short moment. And, honestly, I couldn’t blame him. Lexi was a beautiful woman.
Only when he stepped away did my gut uncoil. I took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
Anger issues would plague me the rest of my life, but I was working on them.
She was dressed in black workout tights and a loose white tee, and I watched the neckline of that oversized tee slide down past one shoulder, revealing the thick strap of her sports bra. She had on a pair of white sneakers and her thick, brown hair was up in a high ponytail.
Quite suddenly, memories assaulted me and I closed my eyes, wanting so desperately to dive into those recollections and live there a while.
Lexi in my bed.
Lexi on her knees.
Lexi sucking me so nicely as she looked up into my eyes.
A low groan escaped me, and my brows lowered as I gripped my hardening cock, squeezing it tightly. “Shit.”
My head fell back and I closed my eyes tightly. My lips parted as I fought to control myself; a frustrated sigh blew out from between them.
Yeah.
It had been too long.
I needed my baby.
A frown pulled at my mouth.
Did she need me?
As quickly as the thought came, it went, and a snuffle of light laughter left me.
Of course she did. Loving me was all she needed.
I’d make it worth it though. I’d love her back, love her hard, leave her satisfied, and make her surrender herself all over again. And she’d do it, willingly. I knew what my woman liked. Time doesn’t change those particular tastes.
I should know. It hadn’t changed mine.
The thought of Lexi, naked and willing, my hand wrapped around her thick, dark hair, had my dick beading.
I squeezed it tight enough to bruise and bit the inside of my cheek, reveling in the pain. “Jesus.” I hissed in a breath through gritted teeth. “Gotta get out of here.”
Before I left, I spared one more glance towards my woman, and just as I did, she turned to talk to a lady behind her, smiling openly as she lifted an arm, held it across her chest, and kept it there, stretching.