Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
I’d fuck her every damn night if I could, but I didn’t just worry about her getting attached anymore. I was starting to be concerned about me. I still intended to own her. I wasn’t going to give up on taking that pussy and losing myself in it, but I had to limit it. Fuck other women in between. Otherwise, I might get obsessed with it and make a massive mistake.
The guys were still outside when I returned.
Luther glanced over at me first and raised his eyebrow. “I thought you’d be a while, tucking Branwen in.”
Why he thought pushing me was fun I didn’t know, but when I broke his nose, he’d fucking stop.
“Didn’t tuck her in. Just my daughter.”
“She wants you to,” Mal said, then shrugged a shoulder. “Don’t scowl at me. I’m just pointing it out. She looks at you like she’d do anything for you to notice her.” He stuck his cigarette back into his mouth. “I always knew you were a hard motherfucker, but, damn, man. You are stronger than I am. I’d have had her naked and on the bed with—”
“DON’T finish that sentence,” I warned him through clenched teeth.
My gaze scanned all of them. I hated knowing that they would all fantasize about her. If I could scrub her from their brains, I would.
Mal held up both hands. “Sorry.”
No, he wasn’t.
“Branwen and I aren’t a couple, but understand this: Her cunt is mine. No one else touches it or fucking thinks about it. She belongs to me.”
Luther cleared his throat. “So, just to be clear, you’re touching it then?”
“Luther.” I seethed, my eyes locked on him as rage pounded in my temples.
“I’m just making sure. Because someone needs to. It’s a fucking abomination for a face and body like hers to go untouched. It is meant to be fucked.”
“Luther, if you don’t shut the fuck up, not one of us will get up and save your ass when he puts a gun to your forehead,” Jonas warned him.
Luther sighed. “I’m the advocate for hot pieces of ass across the world. Okay? They should all be taken care of properly.”
Ransom spit out his drink, trying not to laugh, then choked.
Mal chuckled and shook his head.
I should have stayed upstairs. I’d be buried balls deep in Branwen, listening to the sexy sounds she made. Instead, I was down here, listening to Luther say shit to piss me off.
Thirty-Eight
Branwen
Linc: Issue came up in Georgia that my brother needs backup on. Had to leave too early to tell Stevie goodbye. Let her know I am sorry and I’ll bring her back a surprise. This will take a few days. Locke will be at the house every day by ten to take you both wherever you want to go. He’ll stay with you for security purposes.
I read the text, then put my phone back down and stared at the ceiling. He was gone again. I should be happy about that, but I wasn’t. I’d held on to the hope he’d come back to my room last night. That was pathetic, and I knew it, but I couldn’t seem to control my head and heart. After living the days with him when he was withdrawn and aloof, I craved that connection with him. It was getting worse, and I didn’t know how to stop it.
Tossing back the covers, I stretched, then got up. Stevie and I had a way to get out and do something today. At least Linc had thought about it before running off and leaving. He’d listened to me. My head started going in the direction of maybe he was softening toward me and perhaps he felt something too. Or some emotion could be growing.
“You have got to snap out of it, Branwen. Jesus, you aren’t that little girl anymore. Grow up,” I muttered as I made my way to the bathroom to take a shower.
I needed to plan our day. Decide what we would do and where we would go. Stevie would probably be happy to stay here with her new playset and Maui, but there would be time for that later today.
Once I checked my bank account and knew what money I had left after bills were paid, I’d know just what we could afford to do. If I could find somewhere for her to play with other kids, that would be good. She needed that.
The Mississippi Children’s Museum in Jackson had been phenomenal. We’d stayed there for four hours, and Stevie still hadn’t gotten to see and do everything.
She asked if we could go feed the ducks on our drive back to Madison. Locke stopped at a grocery store for me, and I got a loaf of discounted bread for the ducks and a pint of strawberry oat milk ice cream and a small pack of plastic spoons.