Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
“I had an amazing granddad. You don’t have to say sorry to me.”
What about Remy, though? What about his family? He always seemed kind of alone.
“Remy?” she asked. “What about your parents?”
“They’re both dead, baby. A long time ago.”
That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less.
“I’m sorry.”
“It was hard at the time. Ma got sick and died when I was twelve. Pa died several years later in a car accident. I miss them both. Been traveling around a long time, searching for something. I didn’t even know what. Until I came into a small bar in a strange town and saw a fairy princess in a sparkly dress and cowboy boots.”
“Me?” she asked.
“You. It was an instant attraction.”
“Really? I thought I irritated you. You kept snapping at me to wear more . . . ohh.”
That was his way of showing he was interested? That he cared?
Sheesh.
“You could have just bought me flowers.”
“Could have. But I was fighting my attraction. Never intended to stay here for long.”
“And now?” she whispered.
“Now, I plan to stay here forever. With the two of you.” He looked to Loki.
“I’ve always loved Tink since the moment I saw her,” Loki said. “So I get what that feels like.”
Dear Lord.
How did this end up her life?
And please, God. Let it last forever.
“Maybe we should stop talking about this deep stuff, though, and go back to the blow jobs.” Loki grinned.
“Blow jobs!” She clapped her hands.
Okay, way to act like a dork.
“I mean, yes, blow jobs,” she said in her sexiest voice. It was bound to have them falling down to their knees and worshiping her.
“What’s wrong with your throat?” Remy demanded. “Do you feel sick? Fuck, knew you shouldn’t be outside. Loki!”
Remy stood with her in his arms and started to carry her inside. Meanwhile, Loki was cracking up as he followed behind, carrying her sippy cup and mimosa.
Drat. She’d forgotten about her mimosa! That sucked.
“I’m not sick,” she said.
“Then why did your voice sound all husky and weird?” Remy replied as he carried her to the sofa and set her down. “Need a First-Aid kit. Do you have a thermometer?”
“Sure,” Loki said with a shit-eating grin. “It’s in the bathroom. Second drawer down.”
Remy took off, muttering to himself about not letting her get cold again.
“Loki! Darn it. Tell him I’m not sick.”
“Now, how would I know that?” Loki asked.
She wrinkled her nose at him, then stuck out her tongue.
“Hmm. I can think of things I’d like to do with that tongue,” Loki replied.
Yes! Okay, then. Things were looking up.
“Yeah, you can poke it out while Remy takes your temperature.”
What? Rude!
“Out it goes,” Remy said, walking up with the thermometer in his hand.
“I’m not sick, Remy!” she said. “That was my sexy voice.”
Remy stared down at her. “Are you lying to me?”
“No. I promise. I’m fine.”
“That was your sexy voice?”
“Uh-huh.”
Remy shot Loki a look. Her best friend since childhood who she loved and adored just started laughing. “Y-yep. That’s her s-sexy voice.”
She was gonna kill him.
“It will be sad to say goodbye. I’ll miss you, but you’re dead to me.” She lunged for Loki, but Remy caught her.
“Let me at him!” she cried, reaching for Loki.
“Calm down, Princess,” Remy told her.
“No! Let me kill him!”
Loki wiped his grin off his face. Well, he tried to. His eyes were still dancing. “Tink, I’m sorry. Really.”
She huffed out a breath. She wasn’t sure that he was.
“I didn’t mean to make fun of your sexy voice. I think it was, um, really sexy.”
“Obviously you didn’t. Remy thought I was sick!” She heaved out a breath. “I suck at seduction.”
“Hey.” Loki appeared next to her, a frown on his face. He took her from Remy, holding her against his chest. “You do not suck at anything, you hear me?”
She nodded.
Wow. He sounded so fierce.
“It’s not like you even have to do anything to seduce me. All I want is to be with you.” Loki set her down on her feet, leaning in to kiss her.
Hot and heavy.
Hard and firm.
She moaned, pressing against him. When he drew back, she stared up at him, her mind filled with hunger, with need.
“Please.”
“Please what, my precious girl?” Loki asked.
“Please let me touch you, taste you. I need to.”
“Fuck. I’m not going to say no.”
She dropped immediately to her knees, slamming on the floor. Ouch! Just as well there was carpet on the floor and not wood.
“Careful!” Remy barked. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
She blushed. There went those fantastic seduction skills again. Lord, she was such a doofus.
Remy crouched next to her, cupping her chin. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop.”
“What? Why? Are you doing your mind-reading thing again?”
“Didn’t like the look on your face. It’s all right that you don’t know what you’re doing.”
It didn’t feel all right. It felt awkward and weird.
“Will you . . . will you help me?”