Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
It was hard on the knees and all I could do was brace my hands against the slippery wall, reaching up to hang onto the built-in soap dish. But, I still went off quickly, feeling that awesome ripple throughout my body.
Barely a moment later, he finished. For a moment we were both on the floor of the shower. He turned me around and then pulled me onto his lap and just held onto me. He was trembling.
I wrapped my arms around him and put my cheek on his head and we stayed sitting on the shower floor like that for a long time before he stopped shaking and pulled us both to standing. He reached up and soaped up his body and I shampooed his hair, up on my tiptoes watching him with his eyes closed and his lips parted as my fingers massaged his scalp. Then, after he got under the water and rinsed off, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me against him and held me for another few minutes under the shower stream. After what felt like forever, he turned the tap off. We left the shower stall and wrapped ourselves in towels and then he took me by the hand and led me to bed.
I felt like I was too wet to be in bed, but had no choice, really, because he pulled me tight against himself, and I think he fell asleep three seconds after his head hit the pillow. We slept under the blankets still wrapped in wet towels, with sopping wet hair, wrapped around one another.
8
When I’d gotten home at 4:40 AM, my brother was still up, looking like shit and a bit flipped out since I walked into my own house with my gun drawn.
I’d gotten smuggled across the border, taken a multi-leg commercial flight home, and then hopped a cab to my storage unit, grabbed a gun, then cabbed it home and greeted Nino at the front gate with my gun drawn. I had to make sure all was okay at home. He’d let me in and tried to convince me that all was well to get me to put the gun away, but I didn’t until I saw Dario. When I saw my brother sitting at the island in the kitchen, I knew all was okay. For the moment, at least.
I’d wanted no one to know when I’d arrive, what flight I was on, when I was on my way. No one got to know anything until I got there. I wasn’t just being paranoid; I was being smart. Who knew who else in our organization had flipped to the enemy’s side and who would seek retribution for what I’d done at Castillo’s? I’d done the job I needed to do, and it was done so now I could come home to her and to my empire.
If I hadn’t felt like I’d earned this before, which I knew I’d already done, I certainly felt it’d be uncontested now. I saluted him; he put his phone down with a look of relief. I put my gun back into my waistband and I said, “Gotta go to bed, man. Tomorrow, okay?”
He nodded, and smiled. “Welcome home, bro. She’s been anxious for you to get back.”
I’d smiled back and climbed the stairs.
Now it was morning, no hang on, afternoon – I’d slept eleven hours, and I had to brief and debrief some people, including Dare, my father, and then get to work to ensure that our own housekeeping was in order, that there weren’t any other traitors around, and that Tia would be safe. Then there was some business to organize based on new developments down south. I also needed to talk to my PI about Earl.
But, I wasn’t ready to get outta bed – not yet. Not until I felt her body wrapped around me again, her beautiful green eyes looking at me without fear or contempt. I rolled over and surprisingly found her still here beside me, still asleep. I kissed from her collarbone downwards. She opened her legs for me before her eyes even opened, making my groin and my chest ache. She was so fucking perfect and there was no way I’d allow anyone to take her from me again.
What a reunion. And what a morning after. Ho boy; he was all over me, waking me up with his tongue just like that first morning. What a way to wake up! I had a fleeting thought about the fact that he’d eventually want me to reciprocate.
I’d never had a problem doing that with Nick or with the few other guys I’d been with. But now? After what had happened with that guy in Mexico? I didn’t even know his name. I didn’t want to know. I wanted to forget. There was so much I wanted to forget, but so much I didn’t think I could ever put out of my mind completely.