Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“I met with the O’Reilly’s contact and made them a new distribution deal,” Nic said, drawing my attention.
“How did it go?” We hadn’t anticipated much pushback on taking over the complete weapons trade in this territory, but surprises could always creep up.
“As expected. He doesn’t care where the money comes from, as long as it spends.”
My eyes darted to the bathroom door, checking to see if the girls were headed back before I ask my next question. “Any word on that motherfucker, Sean?”
Nic’s face clouded and his eyes darkened. “No, I’ve got my best men on it, but he’s got himself a great fucking hiding place because we haven’t been able to track him. We caught the most recent shipment of girls, so I imagine the bastard will show his head soon since we’ve cut off that port as a source of income. But, I know there’s an auction set up in the next couple of weeks, I just haven’t been able to locate it.”
The mention of the auction had mental images of my girl on the chopping block floating through my head and I suddenly felt murderous. The flash of a purple dress in my peripheral alerted me to the girls making their way back to the table. “I’ll have a one-on-one with Thomas McKinnon and see if he can dig around for the locations. I don’t want Carly near this side of the business and she doesn’t need to be stressed over our hunt for Sean,” I murmured right before Carly slid back into her seat.
She slumped a little and I peered at her closely, surprised at her expression. It was a mixture of wonder and sheer terror. An odd combination. Wrapping my arm around her once again, I pulled her close, whispering, “Everything okay?”
She nodded absentmindedly and began eating. I frowned, not happy with her response. But she launched into a discussion with Anna about Sophia and some of the tension began to dissipate.
After that, the night was easy and fun. I hadn’t had the chance to take Carly out, to “court her” as my mother would say. Nic and I were both pleased to see our women becoming so close, as well. Apparently, Carly had asked Anna to be a bridesmaid and Meagan was going to be her maid-of-honor. As sheltered as she’d been growing up, I was overjoyed to see her spreading her wings, making friends, recognizing her own strength to lead, and being the sexiest fucking woman in the world.
Somehow, she continually blew me away with the amount of love I had for her. Just when I thought I couldn’t feel any more, a rush of newer, stronger love would practically bowl me over. It wasn’t helping the constant desire I was carrying around. I’d become perpetually uncomfortable with the semi I was always sporting. In fact, as we finished our meal, watching those perfect lips wrap around the dessert had escalated my issue so I was sitting with a fucking baseball bat between my legs.
I signaled the waitress and gestured for her to come over to my side, where I whispered an order. She giggled and set off for the kitchen. Before I could turn back, I tamped down a yelp of pain as tiny little claws dug into my cock. My head whipped around to look at Carly, who was glowering at me. Gripping her hand, I moved it to my thigh and smiled serenely at her.
She looked murderous until the waitress hurried back over and set a bag down in front of me. “Three chocolate mousses to go!” she announced cheerily. Carly’s face burned red, but a dopey smile crossed her face.
“Excellent idea,” Nic said as he and Anna laughed. Then Anna joined Carly in the blushing department as Nic put in the same order.
SIXTEEN
Carly
I spent the whole drive back to Brandon’s apartment fantasizing about how much better the delicious chocolate mousse was going to taste when it was spread all over his body—only to find him in the mood not to share. Before the door even closed behind us, he’d tossed me over his shoulder. I gripped his belt for balance while he carried me through the apartment and tossed me onto the bed. As I bounced on the mattress, he whipped his shirt off and unbuckled his belt. Not wanting to be left out, I tried to get my clothes off quickly. I didn’t succeed, though. While my shirt was over my head and covering my eyes, he somehow managed to get his shoes, pants, and boxers off. I stilled, my fingers on the button of my pants, as I watched him crawl on the bed towards me. He looked an awful lot like a lion who was ready to pounce, and the fire in his eyes made it clear I was his prey.