Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I’d taken Freya out for a nice dinner because I’d caught her crying on the side of the road right outside of town.
I hadn’t asked why she’d been crying, and I hadn’t asked anything at all about Ridley. It’d all been very innocent, but with the way Ridley was looking at me, I could tell that I would be hearing about it sometime in the very new future. Possibly the minute I was outside.
“Yeah, but it wasn’t a date. It was a dinner,” I corrected her.
“Ahh,” she said, moving over to grab the arm of the suspect. “Well, we need to go and take the lovely diner to the clink. Is there anything else you’d like me to do before we leave?”
That was directed at Ridley.
“No. Just make sure you tell them at the precinct to put him in the cell with everyone else. If we’re lucky, they’ll beat the shit out of him, and make our lives easier. Explaining how a prisoner got so fucked up is difficult,” he looked pointedly at me.
I took a long sip of my beer, giving Ridley a ‘what did you want me to do?’ look.
He shook his head, grabbed the piece of shit by the other arm where he was sitting handcuffed at a table, and left without another word.
I looked over at Tasha, studying her face.
“Does it hurt?” I asked worriedly.
She shook her head. “No. It wasn’t that bad, I guess. It hurt at first, but now it’s fine.”
I swallowed thickly.
“Good,” I licked my lips, then looked at her unfinished food. “Are you going to eat that?”
She shook her head in the negative.
“No. I’m not hungry for steak anymore,” she whispered.
Then I finally looked, and I mean really looked, at her.
And I realized that she wasn’t being quiet…she was turned on.
Way the fuck turned on.
“Are you…” I asked, eyes widening.
Her eyes narrowed in response. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I turned my head to find the waitress, suddenly all fired up in a hurry to get the fuck out of there.
“Ma’am,” I snapped, stopping the waitress before she could pass. “Can you get me my check?”
“Oh,” the woman replied. “It’s on the house.”
My eyebrows rose. “No shit?”
“Uh, no. No shit,” she giggled.
I gave her a thumbs up and downed what was left of my beer before I stood, offering Tasha my hand.
She took it, and my finger brushed her pulse, and I could feel it racing.
Her breathing was faster, and I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that we weren’t going to leave here without me having her.
It just wasn’t going to fucking happen.
Chapter 14
Show me the candy…then I’ll get into the van.
-Coffee Cup
Casten
We got as far as the bathrooms as we passed.
Since the dinner rush was over …there weren’t many people here waiting to be seated, giving me the perfect opportunity to drag her into the men’s bathroom without anyone the wiser.
“Casten,” Tasha exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing?” She pulled her hand. “Let’s go!”
“Ridley’s gonna be waiting for me outside and I have needs. There’s no way I’m going to be able to make it through a talk with him while I’m thinking about you and how hot you are surrounding my cock,” I informed her, pulling her to the furthest stall, the handicapped one again, and slamming the stall door shut.
I hadn’t bothered to turn on the light, so all that was illuminating the entire area was the red ‘EXIT’ sign above the door.
The moment I had the stall door closed, my mouth slammed down on hers.
Her arms circled my neck, and suddenly I didn’t have a calm and cool Tasha. Now what I had was a wild woman who was going fucking crazy.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” she whispered feverishly against my lips.
I chuckled darkly, moving my bristled beard down her neck to her shoulder, where I bit her lightly.
Her hips jerked like the bite to her shoulder went straight to her clit instead of where it had.
My hands tightened on her hips for a few seconds, stilling her movements, before I turned her around to face the wall.
I pressed my cock into her backside, grinding into her so hard that she was pressed flat against the wall once I was done.
“If I stuck my fingers in your pretty pussy right now, would you be wet?” I wondered aloud, my breath playing along her neck.
“Y-yes,” she stuttered, no denial in her tone.
“I bet you’ve wet your panties, haven’t you?” I murmured.
Her neck stretched, allowing her head to fall against my shoulder, as she shook her head.
“I don’t know.”
“Let’s find out,” I allowed my hands to move from her hips.
My fingers dipped down past the waistband of her silky little panties, and straight in between her thighs.
My middle finger skimmed along the lips of her sex, knuckles dragging along her panties.