Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
She won’t need that pink piece of rubber ever again. Not with me around.
I pump my fingers, sucking and tormenting her clit until her legs crash closed against my head and her body tenses all over. I don’t retreat. I push her limits and continue to force another orgasm from her body. I feel a hot splatter on my arm and lift my head to discover Zac rubbing his cock, his climax spurting over Clo’s chest and face. I use his manmade lube to rub her hard nipple, pinching until she calls out in pain. Then, I release it and Zac leans down to suck away the sting.
“That was beautiful,” he growls against her flesh.
“We’ve got company, boys!” Ford bellows from beyond the bedroom. “Fuck!”
Zac and I, despite seconds away from taking this thing with Clo even further, scramble into action. I’m dressed with my Glock in hand within seconds.
“Eyes on her,” I order as I creep out of the cabin with my weapon drawn.
I can hear Clo whispering to Zac beyond the thin cabin walls, but he shushes her. Quietly and with my eyes squinting against the dark night, I look for my boys. I see a glint of metal in the moonlight and Leo nods ahead of him to the Tahoe.
Scraaaape.
Crunch.
Crack.
Someone is hiding behind the vehicle and not being very quiet about it. A glimpse of movement to my left has me swinging my weapon in that direction. But when I lock eyes with Ford as he stealthily moves forward, I move my weapon back toward the sound. The three of us circle around the vehicle.
As soon as I peer around the back of the Tahoe, I let out a curse. A decent sized bear is trying to get inside the vehicle after some food that’s been locked away.
“Bear!” I call out and raise my Glock in the air. It’s risky to make noise, but I’m not shooting the fucker. He’s just hungry.
Pop!
The bear lets out a frightened snarl and takes off running into the woods away from us. Ford comes up behind me and laughs.
He sniffs the air and then gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Looks like the bear wasn’t the only asshole hungry.”
Of course this fucker would be able to smell pussy from a mile away.
“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble. “This cabin is a little too close-quartered for my liking. We need to research a better location.”
“Someplace with a fucking shower,” Leo agrees as he approaches. These sponge baths are getting damn old. This asshole sniffs the air too. “Not that I’m complaining about that smell.” He smirks, looking extra devilish in the moonlight.
We definitely have to get out of here. And soon.
I stare at the newspaper I bought and shake my head. Last night Seb toyed with the idea of leaving this cabin hellhole and I can’t agree more. Especially now that I’m having doubts about the people after Clove and Jack.
“Is that Jack?” Seb asks from behind me.
He snatches the paper and his blue eyes skim over the words. His features, which had been amused turn furious. “What the hell is he doing?”
“Not hiding and staying out of the limelight, that much is clear,” I grunt.
Clove giggles from the other room and I can hear Ford teasing her. I love when she laughs. Makes everything not feel so rigid and stressful. She breathes fresh air into our world, that’s for damn sure.
“He’s giving exclusive interviews about how hard it was after Marlene’s death. About how difficult it was raising Clo. He’s playing the public. What the hell?” Sebastian growls.
“Certainly not acting like someone who thinks his family’s life is in danger,” I grumble.
Seb slams the paper down on the table and runs his fingers through his hair. It’s seen better days. This cabin is getting the best of all of us. We’re going stir crazy and despite our sponge baths, we smell ripe as fuck. He paces the small space and then stops, folding his arms across his chest.
“There’s no fucking breadcrumbs leading us anywhere. I’ve had all of our best resources pulled and they all say the same thing.”
“Which is?” I ask, my tone low and murderous. “No one had motive and the leads all head home.”
Acid pours into my joints, solidifying my muscles and grinding my bones.
“Home as in…Jack?” I shake my head. No way. Her father wouldn’t…
“It’s a stunt.” His jaw clenches and fire blazes in his eyes. “He played us—his own daughter—in order to further his political agenda.”
I rise and grab his shoulders, hoping to calm my friend. “You can’t be sure.”
He looks away. “No, but I know. He’s reenacting what happened with his wife. Sympathy. Look at all of these.” He picks up paper after paper, magazine covers with Jack plastered all over them.
“And if you’re wrong?” I have to ask, but the clenching of my gut tells me he’s not.