Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
He shook his head.
“I pushed Leo to this. I insisted he couldn’t be involved in Fete. Shouldn’t have underestimated him. Should’ve fuckin’ taken him out of the equation.”
“No. You can’t go murdering people because they might cause a problem. It’s not your fault what he did. It’s his fault.”
“If I’d taken him out, Tess wouldn’t have gotten raped and stolen from us for a week. If I’d taken him out, Kate would be beside Johnny, there for their kids.”
“You can’t play the ‘what if’ game, Tommy. You can’t play God, either. You can’t stop bad guys from doing bad things.”
“But I can do something. I can do my damndest to make sure nothin’ fuckin’ threatens you or the rest of my family again.”
He left the room with his phone.
I was staring into the refrigerator two hours later.
“Find something to eat?”
This was about two hours later. He stopped behind me and peered in.
“Not what I want,” I grumbled.
“What do you want?”
“Arby’s. Beef and cheddar and curly fries.” I glanced over my shoulder at him.
“Still open?”
“I don’t know. Should be.”
“Let’s go for a drive, hit a drive-thru, and then we’ll come back and take a shower?” He looked flirtily into my eyes.
I smiled hesitantly.
“Make your hair smell like it’s supposed to, maybe I’ll be able to sleep.” He took a handful of my hair and pulled me back against him and then he was cupping my boobs, rubbing his groin against me from behind.
“Okay. I’ll just run and get dressed.”
He was in jeans and a black tee and I was in a little pink chemise nightie so I went upstairs, tied my hair up in a ponytail and threw on jeans and a sweater.
I drove us to Arby’s and we ate in my Jeep in the parking lot, listening to the radio, not talking. I’d wanted to drive. He made a face but relented. I’d only driven my Jeep a couple times so far. I ate a roast beef and gooey cheese sauce sandwich with loads of Arby’s sauce and horsey sauce. The sandwich was huge, their largest, and I ate the whole thing. I ate all my curly fries, and all but two of Tommy’s curly fries.
He watched me eat his fries, dunking them in the cheese and horsey and Arby’s sauce mess that had fallen out of my sandwich and into my sandwich container, with an amused look on his face but didn’t comment. I tried to feed him one but he raised his hand to decline.
He got out and put our garbage into the trash bin and then he came around to the driver’s side. “I’ll drive us home,” he said.
I didn’t argue. I slurped the end of my juice and climbed over to the passenger side.
We were home a few minutes later and I was yawning as we walked inside.
“We gonna get Marley from Luc’s in the morning?” I asked.
“Yep. I was talking to Ed when you woke up from your nap. I’ll pick him up and drop him off before I go to the office.”
“Good. I miss my puppy.”
“Too full to fuck?” he inquired.
“No,” I said slowly. “Don’t think so. The offer to wash my hair sounds too nice. And I suspect if I take a shower with you, fucking is part of the deal.”
“Damn straight. Better do this,” he mumbled absently as he lifted me up in his arms and headed for the stairs.
“Huh? Why are you carrying me?” I asked.
“Because I can,” he said, matter-of-factly. “And who knows how long that’ll continue, the way you’ve been eating.” He smirked boyishly, teasingly.
I smacked his arm. “Not funny.”
He ascended the stairs. “It’s a little funny.”
It was good to see him be playful with all that weighed on him right now. Stuff weighed on me, too, but I would do my best to give him what he needed, whether it was sex, levity, or letting him wash my hair so that it smelled like my usual shampoo, which he seemed to really like.
In the bathroom, the comedy vanished. When he stripped me, he was looking very serious. I had a feeling I was getting Dominator Tommy here, not Ice Cream Parlor Tommy.
Once I was naked, I stripped him, kissing my way down his chest to his jeans, undoing his zipper between my teeth, and then I kissed him on the pelvis right above the root of his cock.
Instead of the badass or the sweetheart, I got Mexico Tommy, the nurturer, who was determined to take care of me like he did when he rescued me from the side of the road in Mexico in the middle of the night.
He hauled me up by my armpits and his jeans pooled at his feet. He stepped out and pulled us toward the shower. Immediately, his hands were in my hair, his lips on mine, and then my back was against the tiled wall. It was cold, so I jolted and my nipples went hard as my flesh broke out in goosebumps.