Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
The hostess doesn’t say a word. None of them do. And when I make it out towards the parking lot, hand going to my keys, that’s when I have to laugh. Fuck, I swear her scent still surrounds me. The way she had to control her moans, feeling the velvet softness of her surrounding my fingers. She’s put cumming and running into a whole new category, leaving me hard as a rock yet again. Not to mention I’m sure there’s a huge fucking hickey on my neck, probably more of a bruise the way she bit down. I guess I’m lucky she didn’t draw blood. That’d be hard to explain.
I slide into my Escalade. I figured the Bronco wouldn’t be a good idea with wearing a custom-made suit. The first order of business is taking off my suit jacket, then I’m undoing the buttons at my wrists. If there ever is a next time when it comes to Hendrix, a suit won’t be involved, that’s for sure. The push of a button, and the SUV starts up. My phone goes into the cupholder. I already know that the woman who can’t sit still long enough to have a normal conversation needs time to lick whatever wounds she needs to lick.
“Damn it.” Had I kept my hands to myself, that’s exactly where this night could have fucking ended, Hendrix spread out in my bed, hands gripping my hair as I fucked her with my tongue, holding her thighs open, giving her all of my attention. My cock, which has been hard the moment she stepped inside the restaurant, isn’t going to see any relief.
“Hello.” I punch the green button on the steering wheel to answer the call, not looking at the display, pissed that I’m letting Hendrix get to me. Why I’m letting a woman tie me in knots, I’ve got not one single damn clue. All I know is that she’s funny as hell, dramatic like a teenage sister would be, sweet as hell when she lets her guard down, and the way she comes undone, it’s beautiful.
“Uncle Madden?” The other end of the line gives me Cammy’s small voice. She sounds upset, and it has me straightening in my seat and throwing my vehicle in Drive because yes, I’m that asshole people hate when they back into a spot like I always do.
“Cammy, baby, you okay?” My eyes are focused on the road. The only thing I’m thinking about is getting to my niece because she doesn’t usually call me, and not from her mother’s phone, now that I’ve taken the time to glance at the screen in between navigating the busy Vegas streets.
“Yes, no, maybe. Can you come over?” I can hear the distress in her tone. It’s making me wonder where Forest is. Not like I’ll be hanging up with Cammy to figure that shit out either.
“I’m on my way, sweetheart. Where’s Piper?” I’m worried that if Cammy is by herself, who knows what’s going on with her younger sister.
“She’s in my bed, sleeping. I woke up to get water and heard loud noises.” Krissy was supposed to be out of town this week, so if she’s home, that means Forest is either there somewhere, arguing with his wife, or he went into work while Krissy was home thinking the kids were asleep and they’d be fine with their mother.
“Okay, you stay with your sister. I’m about twenty minutes out. Keep your mom’s phone with you, but I’ve got to hang up and call your daddy, alright?” I can hear the quivering on the other end of the line.
“He’s home. It’s bad, Uncle Madden, so bad.” Son of a bitch. It seems my night has just gone from bad to worse.
“Then we’ll stay on the phone the entire time. First, is your bedroom door shut and locked?” It won’t do much in the way of keeping Krissy out if she’s on a tangent, but at least it’ll give Cammy a minute to grab Piper and dial 9-1-1. Fuck, my heart is beating out of my chest with not knowing what the hell is going on.
“It’s shut, not locked.” I hear the rustle of clothes or bedsheets.
“Go lock the door, sweetheart.” She does what I tell her without asking why or a million other questions Cammy usually would.
“It’s locked. Piper is hogging the bed. So, I’m gonna sit on the floor and wrap a blanket around me.” Cammy isn’t wrong. I’ve had my youngest niece lie on the couch with me a time or two. She kicks and punches in her sleep, so while Piper might say she’s hogging the bed, the truth is no one wants to get hurt with the way Piper moves and spins around.
“Are you all bundled up?” I ask.
“Yep. How much longer?” I’m going as fast as I can without getting pulled over to prolong the process. That doesn’t mean I’m as close as I’d like to be.