Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Wanting to demand to know what had happened and what fucker I needed to kill was also not good. She was the kind of girl guys fought over, chased. Every weekend night of her teenage life, she should have been taken on dates. But the fucker I’d killed had made sure that didn’t happen. The burn in my gut to kill him again because of the look on her face was strong. My immediate reaction shouldn’t be for her. Just the baby. But, damn, I didn’t like knowing she’d been robbed of so much. She’d been smiling and laughing. I wanted to keep it that way.
“What movie did you go see?” I asked, trying to calm my vengeance for a girl I hadn’t known. The one she’d been. The one who had needed someone to care about her. Other than the sick psycho who had lived under the same roof.
She shrugged. “I honestly don’t remember. We, uh, didn’t see the whole thing. I had to leave, but that wasn’t my favorite movie,” she told me. “No one remembered my twelfth birthday. I was a preteen and had all the emotions that came with that. I hadn’t expected a present or even cake, only for someone to remember it. Anyway, I stayed up after everyone went to bed and snuck into the living room to watch television. I never got to choose what we watched. An old movie came on one of the few stations we had.”
She paused and pursed her lips as her eyes twinkled. It would have made me laugh if my chest wasn’t currently constricting over the fact that no one had remembered her fucking birthday.
“Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”
Trying like hell to tamp down the shit going on in my head, I managed to smile. “I can honestly say I have never heard of that one.”
Her musical laugh soothed me. “You don’t say?” she replied sarcastically.
I went to hit Search to see if I could find it, and two things popped up. There was a movie and a television series. Both were definitely old school. “Which one?” I asked her.
“There is a TV series?” she asked, sounding excited. “Um, I just watched the movie.”
I selected the movie.
“Bane,” she said, and I turned to look at her. “You aren’t going to like this. Please pick a movie you want to watch.”
I shook my head. I hadn’t planned on doing that, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to now that I knew she’d never gotten to watch what she wanted, growing up. Fuck that. She could pick every night. We could even watch the series if she wanted to.
“We are,” I told her. “This is what I want to watch.”
She gave me a look that said she wasn’t fooled before turning to the screen.
“The early ’90s,” I said, grinning.
“Like I said, we can watch something else.”
“Why would we do that?” I asked. “The ’80s and early ’90s have some of the most iconic movies of all time.”
Another trickle of laughter. “Sure they do.”
I looked at her. “I’m serious. Risky Business, The Lost Boys, Dead Poets Society, Flashdance, The Breakfast Club, Goodfellas.”
She was smiling at me as I listed off movies. When she didn’t agree, I knew she’d never seen one of them. We were going to rectify that shit.
When the movie started, I turned back to the screen. “Shh, no more talking,” I told her.
Another giggle, then silence. After a few minutes, I glanced at her to see she was completely focused on the screen. My thoughts, however, were on how much longer it would be before she was asleep in bed so I could hold her again.
Thirty-Two
Halo
Fingertips gently caressed my lower back and down over my barely covered bottom. My dream Bane.
I burrowed my face into his neck and inhaled. God, that was so good. Wondering if he tasted as good as he smelled, I flicked out my tongue to run along his skin. A deep hum of pleasure came from his chest, and I smiled. He’d liked that. I did it again.
His hand slid further down my butt until his fingers were just inside my crotch. I sucked in a breath as my body shuddered. I wanted more of that.
“Ah, pretty girl, you’re killing me. Be still.” His voice was a husky whisper.
I didn’t want to be still. I wanted his fingers inside me again. Whimpering, I lifted a leg to lay it over his. The growl he let out when my thighs were open caused tingles throughout my body. He liked it. He might want me to stop, but he liked this.
A thick, callous finger slipped inside my folds, and I moaned with relief. That felt amazing.
“Is this what you need, sweet girl?” he whispered.
I wanted to say yes, but I rocked against his touch. Another finger moved under the satin fabric until it was pressing into me. I gasped and fisted my hands against his chest.