Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
In the male form, Teddy was a lot like that. Kind, generous, always thinking of others.
And, sure, the club old ladies showed those attributes as well. But they kept most of it for their husbands and children.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever been on the receiving end of so much generosity from a woman. Especially one I barely knew. And one who clearly was not comfortable with wounds of any sort. She still kept diligently working, making sure my rashes were all covered in ointment before reapplying the gauze and tape.
I tried, I really did, not to let my mind go in the gutter when she got down on her knees in front of me.
But, fuck, it had been a while. And I was already dealing with an attraction toward her.
I’d kept my mouth shut and my hands to myself, though, as she finished with my legs. Even after her hand rested pretty fucking high up on my thigh, making my cock go from semi to fully erect.
Never, not in a million fucking years, could I imagine her rubbing her hands over me, reaching into my shorts to free my cock, then taking me into her mouth.
She just… didn’t seem bold or confident enough for that.
But she did.
And, fuck, I don’t think I’d even been so fucking present when a woman was going down on me as I was right then. It took every ounce of control I had—and, well, the pain in my ribs—to keep from rocking my cock harder and faster into her greedy mouth.
I sat there and let her torture me until the orgasm started to crest.
Then she took me even deeper, letting me come down her throat.
Fuck, even just the memory of it was making me hard again.
The after, though, that was the problem.
The panicked look on her face. The way she avoided making eye contact. How she’d hidden in the bathroom until I had no choice but to leave, or Triss was going to start asking questions I doubted Maeve wanted me to answer.
I went back to my room across the hall, lowering into bed, feeling my achy body throb and scream as I waited for another dose of pain meds to kick in.
There were a million things I should have been thinking about right then.
Most prominently being who the fuck would want to kill me.
But that was the furthest thing from my mind as the drugs finally kicked in, and sleep finally claimed me.
Then it was the first thing on my mind when I got up as well.
It was maybe what made me get myself cleaned up, changed, and downstairs as quickly as possible in the morning, figuring I would run into her in the kitchen over breakfast.
But as the hours dragged on and on, it was clear she wasn’t going to come.
“She was up late writing,” Triss said when, thankfully, Eddie asked about her, so I didn’t have to. “I woke up to pee at like four, and she was still clicking away. We probably won’t see her until lunch. Speaking of, what’s for lunch?” she asked, giving an expectant smile to Eddie.
Eddie loved going all out when we had company. So lunch was three different kinds of paninis, twice baked potatoes, buffalo wings, and a side of brussels sprouts because, he claimed, his abuela would skin his hide if he didn’t serve some kind of green with his meals.
Triss took her food out to the gun range with Alaric, a combination that was odd, but not dangerous like booze and bullets would be, so I said nothing.
Then took the opportunity to return the favor Maeve had offered to me by making her a heaping plate, then bringing it up to her room.
I knocked.
And… nothing.
Except the steady click of keys from the other side of the door.
I wanted to believe that she was either listening to music on her headphones, or was too wrapped up in her story to hear me.
But the strange tightening sensation in my gut said that wasn’t the case at all. That, sure, while she might have been writing, it seemed more likely that she was using writing as an excuse to avoid running into me again.
And, really, there were only two conclusions I could come to about the whole situation.
Either she regretted what happened. Which didn’t sit right with me at all.
Or she was just… embarrassed by her boldness.
Something in me said it was likely the latter. That she was probably not someone who made a first move in the past, and certainly never one quite so brazen. So she was feeling weird about seeing me again.
There hadn’t been any word from Huck or the other guys about the whole situation with the girls. Maybe they’d tried to get in touch with Booker, and he wasn’t available yet. I had no idea. But Triss made it clear that both she and her sister worked from home, so they were in no rush to get back to the house, and could stay as long as they needed to.