Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
"Fuck both of you," he growls. "It wasn't that bad."
"No? She asked you to let her go and you said no. You also said you weren't touching her; you were holding her hand. As if there's a fucking difference. I had to remind you that touching people without their permission is illegal. And then she turned you down twice in a row."
I roar with laughter, unable to contain it any longer. My older brother isn't an idiot. He's whatever comes after idiot.
"No wonder Ma wanted to give you both up for adoption," he says, stomping toward his office. "You're both wicked, evil children."
"We love you too, big brother!" Zion calls after him.
"Fuck off!" Zayne shouts back.
"Tell me about your show tonight," I order Kenna while I hang a security camera in the living room after picking her up from the studio.
"It's at Rucker's," she says, curling up on the couch with her legs underneath her and a blanket draped over her lap. "It's a bar down on Broadway. Really popular little place. It gets a lot of foot traffic."
"You play there frequently?"
"A couple times a month usually."
"Same crowd?"
"There are regulars, but there are a lot of tourists too." She tips her head to the side, watching me. "Are you really sure I need security cameras in here?"
"Yes. If anyone breaks in, this will catch them."
"It'll also catch me if I decide to walk around naked," she mutters.
"You won't hear me complaining."
She huffs, rolling her eyes at me. "You say that now. Just wait until you're the one walking around naked and some creep hacks into the live feed and plasters your rear end all over the internet for the world to see."
"You watch too many movies."
"You don't watch enough true crime."
I chuckle, shaking my head. "No one will be able to access the feed, Sparrow."
"Says you."
"I'll make you a deal," I say, prowling across the living room toward her. "I'll hang it as close to the door as I can, and we'll mark off the floor at the edges of the feed. So long as you stay outside of that area, anything you do will be off camera."
"What about sound?"
"It doesn't record audio. This one just records video."
She thinks about it for a minute and then nods. "I guess that'll work then."
I grin, leaning down to brush my lips against hers.
"But if my butt shows up on the internet, I'm going to murder you in your sleep, Marine. I mean it."
"If your gorgeous ass shows up on the internet, I'll hand you the pillow to smother me with it, Sparrow. Just as soon as I finish hunting down every motherfucker who saw you and gouge their eyes out."
She laughs against my lips, looping her arms around my neck. "You would, wouldn't you?"
"Without hesitation. No one sees what you don't want to show them." I drag her bottom lip through my teeth. "No one sees what belongs to me."
"Gideon," she groans. "I'm not property."
"Good to know, Sparrow. Because I don't want to own you." I slide my hand behind her head, tilting it back to give me better access to that perfect fucking mouth. Jesus. I could kiss her all day. "You don't need a keeper. You aren't submissive. You're my equal in every way. But this mouth? That body? Every fucking piece of you was made for me and only for me."
"Then you better be only mine too, Gideon Carmichael," she whispers, twisting her fingers up in my tie to pull me closer. "That filthy mouth and ridiculous body better belong to me, too."
"You think it doesn't?" I grab her hand, placing it over my cock. The bastard is hard as a rock again, pressing against the zipper of my pants in a bid to get to her. She feels him and tries to wrap her hand around him. "He hasn't been like this for anyone but you since I was a fucking teenager, Kenna."
Her eyes go wide, her mouth parting. She can't even pretend she doesn't like knowing that. It's written all over her face. "You haven't been with anyone since…?"
"Never, Kenna. I haven't ever slept with anyone."
"But you just said…"
"I know what I said. I was a teenaged boy. All you had to do was breathe in our direction and our dicks reacted. Doesn't mean we're all dumb enough to whip them out every time it happened," I murmur, tucking strands of hair behind her ears. "Some of us actually had plans for our lives that didn't involve getting some girl pregnant in high school."
I knew early that I was going into the military. There was no way I was going to risk that by fucking around and getting some girl pregnant. And then I spent ten years in the military. I wasn't going to fuck around and get some woman pregnant, just to leave her alone to raise my baby. I've never wanted marriage. It seemed irresponsible to risk bringing a kid into the world when I wasn't prepared to offer the white picket fence.