Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 127722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
We turned quiet, but the animosity was still palpable.
“I said I was sorry, alright?” I said, still not looking at him.
“No, you didn’t.”
I opened the book again and dismissed the conversation.
“Tell me you’re sorry.”
“I already did—”
“No, you didn’t.”
I slammed my book shut and glared at him. “Sorry.”
“I’ll take it.” He looked at me again.
“Are we good now?”
He turned away again.
“So, you’re just going to be mad forever?”
“Probably.”
I rolled my eyes and went back to the book. It took me a moment to focus on the pages, to actually absorb the words I read, and when I was finally back at work, he interrupted me.
“Come here.”
I lifted my chin and stared at him. “This is a two-way street. Don’t tell me what to do either.”
“That’s not going to work.”
“You bet your ass it is.”
“It’s not going to work because you like it when I tell you what to do.”
“No, I don’t!”
He patted his lap. “Get your ass over here. Now.”
Defiant, I just sat there.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
“That was asking?” I asked incredulously.
He threw off the sheets like he would drag me by the hair.
“Fine.” I set the books aside and came over, back in the long shirt I’d worn when he arrived. At the edge of the bed, I stood, still wearing that look of defiance even though I’d caved.
His big arm scooped around my waist and dragged me on top of him. His hungry lips went straight for my neck, kissing me everywhere, his other hand in my hair. The sheets were kicked away, and my underwear was pulled to the side so he could shove himself inside me. He gave a groan against my throat. “I missed you, baby.”
The lamp was still on even though it was sometime in the middle of the night. We lay together in my bed, the sheets soft and crisp at the same time, my thigh hiked over his hip as we shared a single pillow.
It’d been a long time since we’d done this.
His jawline had a heavy shadow from his long travels. His eyes were as sharp as ever, but now, they showed signs of fatigue. His fingers lightly kneaded my ass under the sheet.
I knew he could feel the gauze wrapped around my thighs, feel it rub right against his skin, but he never asked about it. “When I was at the Crags—”
“We aren’t going to talk about that.”
“I just wanted to explain—”
“I know what they are, and I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Huntley, I’m fine.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“And Klaus didn’t…you know.”
His gaze remained steady.
“So, I’m fine…”
“You’ll have those scars for the rest of your life.”
“Whatever. I’m sure I’ll get more along the way.”
“I should have killed him that day.” His eyes dropped again. “But I promise, if I get that chance again, I won’t waste it.”
“None of this would have happened if I hadn’t run away. So, really…it’s my fault.”
He raised his eyes again.
“Don’t feel bad.”
“I would have done the same thing, baby. And I don’t think we’d be here now if you hadn’t.”
When I woke up the next morning, I had to make sure he was beside me.
Make sure it wasn’t all a dream.
My hand reached out for his hard chest, and I felt it. Felt the slab of muscle. Felt his beating heart. My eyes were too tired to open, so I kept them closed, lulled by his warmth and smell. But then I felt my body move, felt my thighs separate, felt a mountain shift over me. Then I felt him.
That woke me right up.
It was sloppy and lazy, his face in the crook of my neck, his hips rolling against mine.
My fingers latched on to his back with my eyes closed, and I took it. I took his slow thrusts, felt his hips rub against my inner thighs, listened to us make subtle groans as we moved together.
We were both half asleep, so it took almost no effort to reach our high. My knees squeezed his torso as my toes curled so hard they began to cramp. My lips released a quiet whimper, and I expressed most of my euphoria against his chest.
It was over as quickly as it’d begun, and he rolled off me to start his day. His footsteps receded into the bathroom, and the door shut a moment later.
I was about to go right back to sleep, but there was a knock on the door.
Must be breakfast.
I was far more tired than hungry, but I managed to get dressed and grabbed the door.
Ryker was there with a single tray.
I didn’t complain. I was too tired to be hungry, so Huntley could have my food. “Thanks.”
His eyes scanned over me before he glanced into the bedroom.
“You mind?”
His eyes came back to me. “Is someone in here with you?”
“Is that any of your business?”
He curled his bottom lip into his mouth and chewed slightly, swallowing his retort as he tried to subdue his anger at the same time. “Based on our circumstances, I’d say it is my business. Nobody is supposed to see you, so if you’re fucking one of the guards—”