Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Sit.” He growled the one-word command in my ear, making me shiver. I sat and Virgil sat behind me, my ass cradled between his thighs as water spilled over the both of us. One hand banded around my waist and the other slid down the wet flesh between my tits until two fingers found my clit. My pulsing pussy.
“Virgil.” The moan echoed inside the shower, and his cock harden and lengthen against my back. Two fingers slid deep inside me while his thumb worked the button of my clit in glorious circles.
He took my weight, the sound of his erotic grunts in my ear like a siren song which my orgasm barreled to the surface to hear. In and out, in and out, his fingers thrust into me slowly at first and then faster, following the sounds of my pleasure.
My orgasm when it finally did come was long and drawn out. Explosive. Virgil held me until the last twitch shook my body, letting his tongue slide up and down my neck to prolong my pleasure.
“I love the sounds you make when you come.”
A nervous laugh escaped as I leaned against Virgil, reaching behind me to grab his cock. “I really needed that. Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He chuckled and smacked a kiss against my jaw before he stood and stepped out of the shower.
“It was my pleasure to do that for you, Maisie.”
Well, crap. “Thanks, but don’t think my acceptance will last forever.”
“Of course not,” he said, his lips twitched in amusement as he held up a fluffy towel for me. I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower and into the towel.
The air in the bedroom changed, my gaze eating up the sight of Virgil, the little droplets of water decorating his body. I knew by the set of his shoulders that my orgasm in the shower wasn’t the start of a good night. It was a brief interlude. “What?”
“I have to take care of a few things but I’ll be back by morning.”
I groaned, not trying to hide my disappointment. “You just got here. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
He shook his head as he began to dress. “No, I’m afraid it can’t. But I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”
I pouted as I watched him finish getting dressed. “I don’t like when you have to go away.”
He came over and kissed me, his lips soft and gentle. “I don’t like it either, but it won’t be for long. I’ll be back before you know it.”
I wanted to argue but I didn’t have the right to and even if I did, I knew the drill. So when Virgil smashed his lips to mine and kissed me like I mattered to him, I leaned into it. I wrapped my arms tight around him and slid a little tongue between his lips. He tasted like whiskey and smoke, a heady combination that made my head spin. He pulled away all too soon, his breathing ragged. “I have to go,” he said and I nodded.
“I know. Be careful.”
“I will.”
And then he was gone, leaving me alone. Again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Virgil
“I got out as many girls as I could without alerting anyone to our presence but it wasn’t enough.” It was never enough but that was the nature of the beast.
Sadie sighed and shook her head, nodding for me to follow her into her office once I got back to the manor for the second or third time tonight.
“Don’t beat yourself up about it, Virgil. You did more for those girls in trying to save them than they ever did for each other. Junkies have almost no self-preservation instinct. Take the win.”
She nodded for me to close the door behind us and I did while Ma headed to the bar.
“I’d rather a junkie overdose Ma, than die in a horrific explosion that had nothing to do with them.” I wasn’t squeamish about killing. It was too fucking late to develop those kinds of sensibilities. “Fucking Crusaders.”
“Your brother is still there?”
I nodded. “When I left, he was talking to a cluster of cops and forensic people.” No doubt passing around cash and other favors to make sure nothing at the crime scene would lead back to any Ashby. It was a business expense that was always worth paying.
“Jasper will take care of things. He always does.” Ma wore an angelic smile as she handed me a crystal tumbler with four fingers of amber liquid in it. “For all my shit luck in the man department, I lucked out with you kids.”
“Thanks, Ma.” This was a family business, and we all had our strengths, ways in which we contributed to help keep shit running like a well-oiled machine.
“I stopped by the parsonage. It’s clean,” I told her, not to brag, but because she was a leader who liked to know everything, even the most mundane details. It’s how she kept the family safe.