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)
His groan of completion followed on the heels of mine; his big body shook with the force of it. I looked over my shoulder and only saw the silhouette of his large form still coaxing the last dregs of his release from his cock. With that one glance, a smaller, but no less significant orgasm pulsed through me, making my body shutter.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Yeah,” I panted.
He pulled away from me carefully, and I thrust my arm down in between my legs to catch his come before it leaked out all over the hammock, and then the carpet. Warm liquid filled my hands, and I resisted the urge to grind the heel of my hand into my engorged clit while rubbing his leavings into my overheated skin.
He returned momentarily and lifted me up carefully.
I kept my hand covering myself, and he produced a towel, cleaning up my core first, and then my hand. Once finished, he tossed the towel into a hamper that was sitting in the corner of the room, and then helped me pull up my panties.
Once we were both settled in the hammock, I finally figured out what was niggling in the corner of my brain throughout the entire encounter. “What happened to your piercing?”
“I don’t wear it all the time. I was young when I got it. My friend, Dougie, bet me three hundred bucks that I wouldn’t do it. I proved him wrong, and woke up with a pierced dick and couldn’t have sex for months while it healed. I pop it in from time to time, but mostly I don’t wear it anymore. I have a phobia of it getting caught on something and ripping my cock in half.” He explained.
I snickered and then cringed at the though.
“Normally you wouldn’t be hanging around with your dick out for it to snag on things.” I replied dryly.
I felt his chest rise as he huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s true. It doesn’t stop me from having the thoughts though.”
“Tell me about Dougie.” I requested, letting my fingers dance on the ridges of his abdomen.
Tensing beneath me at the question, he quivered like a bow, strung and ready to be released. “He was the friend that I was telling you about. He died four years ago while we were on a mission. He has...had a daughter Janie’s age. Kayla. He was always so upbeat and happy. When he died, we lost something that was an integral part of us. I still get the urge to call him every time I think of a stupid fucking joke. He was notorious for one liners. But then, when the time came, he’d ruthlessly fuck up a tango and not even blink an eye.”
The sadness in his voice tore a hole through my heart. “I’m sorry. He sounds like an unbelievable man.”
“He was.” He said softly.
“Will you tell me what you refused to earlier?” He asked after the silence continued for a few more minutes.
I tensed, but then relaxed, remembering my brother’s words from earlier.
“It’s not pretty.” I explained.
“There are very few things that would keep you silent about something you felt passionate about. I don’t think that it’s pretty. In fact, I bet it’s something horrible, and I’ll have to restrain myself from walking out of this house afterwards and tracking that piece of shit down.”
“Sebastian had always told me that Zander was no good. I should’ve listened.” I said, swallowing on a suddenly dry throat. “It started out small. Cruel words here, a slap upside the head there. Then, before I could really do anything about it, Sebastian was hurt in that motorcycle accident. I don’t know if I was just oblivious, or what, but the slaps upside the head turned into slaps across the face. A punch in the stomach. It wasn’t until I walked in on him fucking another woman in his apartment that I realized what a fool I’d become. And so, I left him that night, only for him to follow me down the hallway of his apartment and beat the ever loving shit out of me, while he was naked and his dick was swinging. Then he dragged me back into the room and fucked the woman while I watched with a broken leg, arm, and a few cracked ribs.”
James’ arm tightened with each declaration, and by the end of it, I could feel him shaking in rage. “What the hell did the woman do while this was going on?”
“She was drunk, I guess. When Zander was done fucking her, he tossed me outside the door of his apartment, and I crawled down the stairs and to the street before I was found and taken to the hospital. I filed charges on him, but he got that woman to corroborate that he didn’t do anything.” I said with disgust.
“Do you know what the bullet of a fifty caliber does to a man’s head at a mile away?” He asked casually.
I had a feeling I knew where this was going, and stood.
He grunted when I used his stomach to push myself up, and asked, “Where you going?”
“To bed, stud. You’ve got an early doctor appointment, and I have to do some laundry.” I answered as I made my way to the stairs. He grunted, but followed me up the stairs and to the living room where I laid down.
He covered me with the blanket he’d remembered to grab from the basement floor, and covered me. “Night, Shiloh June.”
“Night, James Jonathan Allen.” I sighed.
Sleep came swiftly after that. Sated and sleepy, I slept until the next morning when the smell of bacon wafted through the house and woke me from a dead sleep.
Chapter 17
It’s good to have beardless friends when you go out. People will assume you’re their leader.
-Bearded fact
Shiloh
When I walked into the kitchen, stumbling and rubbing my eyes, I was surprised to see an older woman standing at the stove. She was dressed in distressed jeans and a stylish t-shirt. Her feet, however, were covered in tennis shoes that reminded me of kid’s high tops, but who was I to judge? I still wore my Doc Martin’s from back in high school.