Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
That could be Sebastian in there. Or Wells. Heck, it could be Storm with his fiancée. I’d seen them almost going at it down by the stalls before.
“Put it in my ass, Thatch!”
I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat.
Standing there, I listened as he apparently stuck it in her ass. She yelled like it hurt, talked about how big it was, that she wanted him to come all over her face.
When I heard his grunt and her begging for more in her mouth, I knew it was over. At least this round.
Closing my eyes for a moment, feeling like a complete idiot, I knew I couldn’t ask him about how he had gotten inside my house right now. I’d get new locks put on. I wasn’t sure I could see him again. This was too much.
I was not the kind of girl who could deal with him. He fucked lots of females. Although he had yet to fuck me. He just kept his face between my legs.
When I reached the bottom step, I knew I had to at least go talk to King. I couldn’t leave without saying anything. This was a great job. It would have possibly been the one to make my career. But I’d been dumb, and I knew there was no way I could stay here. See him.
I just couldn’t. It wasn’t like they needed me for anything more than an exercise rider anymore anyway. Carmen was back, and I didn’t want to have to see him get the races I wanted.
King turned to see me as I approached. He frowned at my lack of riding boots or a helmet.
“Jim has Nemesis ready for you out there.”
“I can’t,” I said, then stopped. I had to end this professionally. I couldn’t be an emotional female. “This isn’t going to work for me here. If you could, please let Mr. Shephard know I appreciate his giving me a chance. I enjoyed it, and I am thankful for everything. I just need to move on.”
King took his cowboy hat off and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “This about Thatcher?”
I nodded. No reason to lie.
“He’s gonna come after you.”
I laughed, but it sounded as sour and used as I felt. “No. He is done with me. I got to listen to just how done he was until he finished in her ass.”
King’s eyes widened, and he cleared his throat. “I see.” He placed the hat back on his head. “The thing with Thatch is, he’s not wired like everyone else. He’s not sane on a good day, but when you are involved, he can be a touch demented. Just … be prepared.”
I didn’t want to stay here any longer. He and the girl he’d just screwed would be coming down soon.
“Sure,” I replied. “I’ll do that.”
He gave me a smirk that said he knew I wasn’t listening to him, and then he walked out toward where Jim had Nemesis.
I didn’t take my time to find Sebastian and explain. I wanted away from this place.
I’d already run three miles, but the thought of stopping and letting myself feel anything wasn’t appealing. I was going to run until I was too tired to care. Then, I would eat a carton of ice cream. Heading down to the lake path, I almost turned around because a memory of Thatcher down here years ago came back to me. No, I couldn’t do that. He was in too many memories now. Might as well face them and move on.
I slowed as I reached the curve so I didn’t trip and fall in the water. The breeze down here was a welcome relief from the sun that had been beating down on me when I ran the two miles on the main road. Stopping, I leaned forward and placed my hands on my knees and took several deep breaths. I needed some water, but I’d drunk all that I brought with me.
Going back to the house was probably a good idea. I had to hydrate. If it was too difficult, I’d take off running again. Standing up, I raised my hands over my head and stretched. Lowering them to my sides, I heard something behind me. A small rustle. I started to turn around when a cloth was crammed into my mouth. Panicked, I swung my arms and screamed through the muffle, but I was wrapped up and unable to move due to a strong hold on me that didn’t budge.
“Easy, little doll,” a familiar voice said in my ear. “It’s just me.”
I stilled. Thatcher? I was being gagged and held by Thatcher? I shook my head, not understanding, and squirmed in his hold.
“I don’t mind you rubbing your ass against my dick, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
I tensed, not wanting to think about his dick and an ass. His hands grabbed my waist and spun me around. I glared up at him, only to see him chuckle before he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. Using both fists, I pounded his back. He held my legs in a way that I couldn’t move them at all, but the realization that I had my hands to undo my gag hit me. I reached up to get it when I was back on my feet. Thatcher sighed heavily.