Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
“Why did you leave? Go traveling?” He poured some bath gel out on a cloth and started washing her arm. She leaned back with a soft sigh. Yeah, it was definitely nice getting taken care of like this.
But she’d have to do something nice for him.
“I wanted to see some of the country. Wanted to prove to myself and my family that I could take care of myself. And I didn’t want to be a burden anymore.”
“What the fuck? They made you feel like a burden?”
“What? No. No, of course not. They would never do that. They love me. But something happened and for a while, I couldn’t function on my own. These guys kept me going, took care of me. When I felt like I could function again I realized I had no idea who I was and I wanted to find out. And I thought these guys would have an easier time getting on with life if they didn’t have to worry about me.”
“You think they only worry about you when you’re right in front of them?”
“I . . . well . . . shoot.” She hadn’t thought that through. How much did they worry about her moving around on her own?
“If you were my family, I’d never have let you go.”
“You’d have locked me up in your dungeon, huh?” she teased.
“Yep,” he said seriously. “Traveling around on your own isn’t safe. And I wouldn’t have allowed it.”
“They couldn’t forbid me from doing anything. That’s not how we roll with each other.”
He grunted disapprovingly. He finished washing her other arm before moving to her feet. Ooh, he even gave them a small massage.
Heaven.
“Besides, I had my protection kit.”
“Protection kit?”
“Yep, Sampson gave it to me before I left. My switchblade, pepper spray, a stun gun. I was as prepared as I could be.”
“Still wouldn’t have allowed it.”
Really. He could be impossible sometimes.
He moved the cloth higher and higher up her thighs.
Holy. Heck.
Her legs parted as much as they could, but he bypassed her pussy and moved up her stomach.
Darn it.
“A stun gun and pepper spray wouldn’t keep you safe, especially where you were living. You should have been in a safer area.”
“That would’ve cost more money than I have.”
“Why didn’t you tell me your finances were so dire?” he demanded as he ran the cloth around one breast.
“Why would I tell you about my finances?” she asked. “You didn’t tell me about your finances.”
“I have more than a few hundred dollars in my bank account.”
“Hey, how did you know how much I had?” she asked.
“How do you think I found you?” he asked as he had her sit forward so he could wash her back.
“I . . . I don’t know.”
“I got someone to track you. They hacked your bank account and discovered you’d taken everything you had in it out. Which wasn’t enough. Your family should have made sure you were provided for.”
“And I would have felt like more of a burden.” He helped her lie back and she glared up at him. Then she sighed. She didn’t want him to think badly of her friends. “And Cat did set up a healthy-sized bank account for me.”
Healthy-sized was understating it. There was enough for a nice car in that account.
“I don’t like accessing it.” Also, she couldn’t remember how to get into it. “What else did you find out about me?”
He eyed her as he moved the cloth back down to her pussy. She sucked in a breath as the slightly rough cloth ran over her sensitive clit.
“Not a lot. But my guy found a photo of you and Jenner together on a celebrity watcher website. You two dated?”
Gray waited to hear her reply.
With everything else that had gone on, he’d pushed that photo to the back of his mind. But now . . . yeah, he had to know.
What he’d do if she said they’d had a relationship, he had no idea.
But he got the feeling they hadn’t. That wasn’t the vibe he got from them.
“Me date Jenner? No.” She huffed out a laugh. “He’s my brother. Eww. Nope. But I did go out publicly with him a few times. He had an ex who wasn’t taking no for an answer. And he couldn’t have taken Immy, it would have hurt her for it not to be a real date.”
“She loves him,” he stated.
“Yes. And he has no idea.”
He moved the cloth away from her pussy, as tempting as it was to make her come.
“Is there a razor in the cupboard?” she asked.
He turned to look, pulling out a razor, cup, and some shampoo and conditioner.
He opened each up. They smelled like her.
Vanilla and coconut.
Delicious.
“So they were fake dates?” he asked.
“Yeah. Which photo did you see? What was I wearing?”
“A black dress. You didn’t look like you.”
“I was thinner back then. Maybe I should try that diet again. Basically, I couldn’t eat anything because my stomach was always so upset.” She gave him a fake smile that he hated.