Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Chapter 14
Apparently, you can’t use ‘beefstew’ as your password. It’s not stroganoff.
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Johnny
Things had gotten out of control.
I’d had everything buttoned up, tucked in and clamped down tight. Then she had to go and do what she did.
I mean, I’d even made it through dealing with Rosie, of all the goddamn people in the world, and didn’t lose it.
But her touching some other man?
Yeah, that didn’t sit well with me at all.
I’d well and truly lost it, and I didn’t know how the hell I’d sunk so far down into the crazy pit I found myself slogging in.
But I had.
And now I had one very pissed off female on my hands.
“I cannot believe you just did that,” June seethed. “You literally picked me up and carried me out of the building like I was a child. I’m not a child, Johnny. I’m an adult. A-D-U-L-T. Do you know what that is?” she yelled, slamming her tiny fists into my backside.
I wouldn’t tell her that it felt good.
My ass had been hurting because I sat in that hard as hell chair for so long.
She’d just stop doing it, and then I’d have to think about her ass in my hands as I walked us both around the side of the building.
We made it to the deepest, darkest spot, and I set her down to stand on her own two feet.
She immediately started in.
“You…you are a shit head.” She poked me in the chest with a finger.
“I may be, but at least I’m honest,” I countered.
Her mouth fell open in affront. “How dare you!”
I laughed deeply.
“Just because you don’t like what I have to say, doesn’t mean that it isn’t true,” I countered. “How could you let some other man touch you? You’re. Mine.”
“I’m not yours.”
“You are.”
“I’m not,” she argued. “And, just sayin’, but you looked pretty fuckin’ cozy with that other girl over there. You didn’t see me storming over there and bitch slapping her, now did you?”
I got into her face and crowded her against the brick building.
“You’re gonna need to calm down, because I’m getting really fuckin’ excited over here,” I growled. “All I can think about is you, and the way your chest heaves when you are angry. I can’t fuckin’ think right now. Please.” I rested my forehead against hers. “And that woman was my ex. I haven’t seen her since right after I was first deployed. Trust me when I say I hate her more than you hate that Beatrice bitch from the fancy steak restaurant a few weeks ago.”
June inhaled deeply, then she did the exact opposite of what I told her.
She got pissed.
And her getting pissed meant that I wasn’t ready for her to slam her mouth over mine. Meaning I lost that last bit of control that I’d managed to hold onto.
She tasted like cherries.
Cherry lip gloss. Or possibly Chapstick.
Her hands went to my head, and the throbbing headache that had been pounding its way through my skull seemed to abate, ever so slightly.
And then she pressed the rest of her body up against mine. Her breasts. Her shapely thighs. Her fingers.
Everything.
She felt like scorching heat on a cold winter’s night.
Like a goddamn breath of fresh air after a sandstorm in the middle of the Afghani desert.
And when her tongue hesitantly touched mine, I clenched my fists and planted both forearms against the wall so I wouldn’t accidentally grab her and forget that she needed me to be gentle.
Every single part of my body was taut. I was like a bowstring, full of power and anticipation, just waiting for her to pull me back and let me go. I just knew, at any moment, she was going to tell me no.
She was going to push me away. She was going to tell me exactly what I expected to hear…yet those words never left her mouth.
I was panting, my dick was straining against my zipper, and I didn’t feel my headache at all when she finally did push me away.
She didn’t push me far, and she made up for it by placing her hand on my sternum and slowly sliding it down my body.
“You know what?” she gasped, her breathing just as erratic as mine. “I’m fairly sure that we’re going to hate each other in a minute.”
“Why?” I growled, my voice low and gravelly.
Later, I’d contemplate why she affected me so much. Why, in her presence, I forgot about everything and everyone. My surroundings, the people that might be around us at the time, and why the hell I was even there in the first place.
But for now, with her hand hovering at my belt, about to bridge the gap between it and my cock, I couldn’t focus on anything other than her. Us. This.
“Do it,” I ordered.
I wished I could see her face, but in the darkness, the parking lot’s lights glowing in the distance, the only thing I could do was feel—and feel I did.