Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
She looked guilty for a moment before smiling wide. “My clothes are already at your house, along with my cat. There’s no reason not to stay with you. In fact, it makes more sense to stay with you. But, keep your hands to yourself. Also, try to keep the fucking with your girlfriend at a minimum. I need silence to sleep at night.”
“Girlfriend?” I asked flabbergasted.
“Yeah, that girl who you had your arms wrapped around today. That girlfriend.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend. That was just a friend.”
“Right.” She scoffed.
“She was.” I snapped.
“Whatever you say.”
“Not to mention the fact that I have a six year old at home. There won’t ever be any loud fucking there.” I said somewhat wistfully.
In truth, I wanted more from Shiloh than just to have her under my roof. I wanted her under me. I wanted her sweet delicious, curvy body underneath mine, writhing and straining while I thrust wildly inside her. I wanted to fuck her so hard that she screamed. Yet that would never happen, now or later, no matter if Janie was there or not.
I couldn’t let it. My heart wouldn’t be able to withstand Shiloh, the Texas Tornado. I’d been gutted and burned before, and I wasn’t sure I could handle it from Shiloh. She was a force to be reckoned with.
Chapter 7
Teach your girl to shoot, because a restraining order is just a piece of paper.
-Life Lesson
Shiloh
“Hey there, Boris.” I said to my cat, who’d made himself at home in James’ kitchen sink.
“You know, that’s an industrial sized sink.” James supplied with a smile evident in his voice.
He stepped to the side of the counter and watched as Boris caught a drop of water that’d leaked out of the faucet. Which was normal for him. I never bother to leave him a bowl. I just turn the faucet on to where it’d drip every few minutes.
“He’s a big boy. I found him on the side of the road on one of my many walks home.” I explained. “He startled me, and I fell.”
He laughed, like I’d intended. “Why does that not surprise me?”
“It shouldn’t. I’m a very clumsy person. Although the only accident I’ve ever been in was when I backed into my first boyfriend’s car when I was sixteen. He smacked me, but then my brother kicked his ass and beat the shit out of his car with a sledge hammer.” I smiled wistfully.
James had a scowl the size of the Grand Canyon on his face. “I’d have done the same.”
“Yeah? Well, Cheyenne is a pretty wonderful woman. I sure wish I’d have gotten a chance to get to know her.” I agreed.
“Cheyenne wasn’t who I was talking about, but I do agree with you, she’s a pretty good sister. Why does it sound like you’re leaving?” He asked with another frown on his face.
I ignored that question. I’d taken the job with social services, but it was a temporary position, pending availability for a job opening, while a woman took medical leave after she’d given birth.
“I didn’t thank you yet, and I should. That was a pretty complicated shot.” I observed.
He nodded his head, a saddened look entering his eyes. “I was a sniper in the army. It was an easy shot. Try over three quarters of a mile away, and then get back to me. What time do you have to be at work in the morning?”
Guess he didn’t want to speak about blowing a guy’s head up like a watermelon dropping on to concrete. At least he wasn’t wearing the man’s brain like I was. Speaking of which, I needed a damn shower in the worst way.
“Nine. Can I use the shower?” I asked, then headed in the direction of the bathroom I’d glanced at earlier.
“What would you do if I’d have said no?” He asked drolly from behind me.
“Showered anyway, of course,” I smiled and flipped the light on in the bathroom before coming to a standstill, mouth open in fascination. “Wow!”
That’s all that came to mind when I saw the bathroom. In a way, it was fucking awesome, but it was a little much to handle at first.
“Yeah, Janie got to choose the decorations,” he laughed.
“Well, I have to say, that it is definitely interesting. She’s a little obsessed, though.” I laughed with him.
I couldn’t say that at six I was any better. However, where I was obsessed with My Little Pony, Janie was obsessed with motorcycles; which I guess was to be expected.
The bathroom was a plethora of Harley Davidson. Orange walls with black stripes. Motorcycle Fatheads adorned the wall behind the bathroom door. Motorcycle toothbrush holder and soap pump. The hand towels were black. Everything matched perfectly, that is until you got to one thing.
“Why the white curtain and rug? It seems a little out of place.” I said with a raised brow.
He bellowed with laughter now.
“Oh, you’ll see....” He said cryptically. “Towels are in the closet. Just shove all the toys to the side. I’ll go take a shower, too. Then we can figure out something for dinner.”
With that comment, he left, shutting the door quietly behind him.
The shower felt glorious. I scrubbed my skin until it turned a bright pink with a bar of soap that smelled like bubble gum. I washed my hair with Johnson’s baby shampoo, secretly enjoying the baby fresh scent.
Turning the shower off, I stepped out onto the white bath mat, and then closed the shower curtain behind me. Then I burst out laughing.
“Oh, my God!”
Janie’s only two things that didn’t match were the shower curtain and the rug. However, I could see why she’d bought them. I hadn’t noticed in the shower, but now that I’d turned around and got a good look at the curtain, I couldn’t miss the bloody handprint that showed up. Whether it was from the heat or the wetness, I didn’t know.
The bath mat was more of the same. Each drop of water showed up red, and you could clearly see two perfect prints of my feet from where I’d stepped on it when I got out of the shower. Each drip of water off my body only added to the effects.