Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
She came hard around my cock, momentarily blinding me when all those muscles clamped down on me at once.
Somewhere in between one breath and the next, I followed suit, coming so hard that every single molecule of oxygen left my lungs in one sudden rush.
My hands clamped down on her hips, and I was pressing her legs down so hard into the bed that I knew I had to be hurting her.
She allowed it, though, not begging to move until I’d come inside of her with a deep bellow.
My eyes snapped open when her hand cupped my cheek.
“That’s what I want, every time,” she whispered. “Not necessarily rough, but what you want. How you want.”
I dropped down so that I could reach her lips, then kissed her softly with a few sweet presses of my mouth against hers.
“If I have very many of those,” I teased as I pulled away to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “Then I’ll die an early death.”
She scoffed. “Your heart can handle about eighty of those at a time with the amount that you work out,” she joked, skimming her hands down the length of my side, and then digging her fingers in.
I squeaked like a girl, pulling both of us out of the bed until we were standing beside it.
“Want to take a shower with me?” I asked, feeling my cock softening inside of her.
I was still inside, but barely.
All it would take was one small shift of our hips and I’d be out.
She smiled. “As long as you don’t get my hair wet, I’m down.”
Needless to say, I got her hair wet.
But she wasn’t too mad about it. Not when I made her come with my mouth while it was in the process of getting wet.
CHAPTER 19
Kindness is so gangster.
-text from Will to Cannel
WILL
“Hey,” she answered the phone, which should’ve been the first indication that something wasn’t right.
Normally she didn’t answer when she was at work.
I’d called because I was going to leave her a voicemail, detailing the things that I needed to do today, and asking her if she needed anything while I was out running errands.
Since I was driving, and I didn’t text and drive under any circumstances—texting and driving was just as bad as drunk driving in my opinion. I’d seen enough wrecks to know—calling and leaving a voicemail was what I did.
Only, she’d answered.
“Hey.” I hesitated. “I’m going to the store and a few other places, and I know that you said something about needing a new faucet for one of your cabins. Do you still need that? If so, I can get it for you while I’m out.”
She’d discussed last night, in detail, her plan of getting the cabins at her place up and running by the summer. That meant that she needed to buckle down and make all the final little ‘touches’ by the end of this month.
She’d also told me yesterday that she’d opened up the books for next month, giving herself a hard deadline of making things happen.
“Actually?” She sighed. “It looks like I’ll have all the time in the world to do a lot of what I need to do out there. I just quit.”
There was a long moment of silence and then, “Are you kidding?”
“Nope.” She popped the ‘p’ before sighing. “They tried to give me a patient today. A man in his late thirties that came in for a few heart irregularities. He’s twice the size you are in the strength department. But the guy’s name was Ashley. Meaning, when I walked into the room, I was blindsided. I walk in there, smiling, and all of a sudden I’m having a panic attack in the locker room.” She continued. “He reminded me of one of the guys that took me from that grocery store parking lot.”
My stomach clenched. “Did they ever find those two guys?”
“They found one of them. The other—the bigger one that the patient looked like today—is in the wind.” She hesitated. “And since we hadn’t gotten the chance to transfer patients over yet, I’d gone straight in there thinking that I’d run in and see what was wrong, and why the woman—which turned out to be the man’s wife—was calling up to the nurses’ station in a panic.”
I gritted my teeth. “So you told them to take their job and shove it?”
“Not exactly.” She paused. “I told the charge nurse that I felt unsafe working in this environment, and she’d be hearing from my lawyer. In the meantime, I would be off with pay until then. I’m not sure if that’s how it actually works or not, but I already called my lawyer and got her assistant. The assistant took all my information down, and she’s going to get back to me as soon as she can. Which, I expect, is soon because I’m apparently a VIP client thanks to being a friend of a friend. Trouper’s wife, Beckham, is someone who helped find me when I was being held. The lawyer, Swayze, is married to another one of the guys in Trouper’s club. She’s a bulldog. And hates when women are treated unfairly.”