Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“It matters,” Locke quickly disagrees. “Where are Blake and Charlie?”
“They’re both being questioned. Charlie didn’t send those texts.” Benson confirms what I was hoping he would.
I didn’t give a crap that Blake quit on me. He’s a terrible manager. I was walking away from this life anyway. It was the thought of someone close to me once again betraying my trust that hurts.
“I need to get Sadie out of here.”
“Me? I need to get you home.” I glare up at him. I have plans to take care of my man. Plans that I’m guessing are going to be a fight.
“You want me to take her to a safe house?” Sparks asks him.
“Locke!” I hiss before he can answer her. I’ve done everything he’s asked so far. This I can’t do. “I swear if you try and send me away I’ll—”
“I should.” He cuts me off. “No one should have gotten that close. I was distracted.” His jaw hardens.
“Locke, please,” I beg. I won’t feel safe anywhere but with him.
“You’re not going anywhere, Sadie. Not without me.” I watch as some of that control he always has when it comes to me starts to crumble. My heart flutters, wanting to see this side of Locke.
I want to see all of him.
Chapter Sixteen
Sawyer
I carry her into the house because she won’t let go of me. Or maybe it’s that I won’t let go of her. The moment the door locks behind me, my mouth covers hers. My tongue dives deep, sweeping the interior, licking the roof, tasting her flavor. Her hands dig into my hair as she climbs up my long frame. With my good hand cupping her ass and my wrist bracing her back, I carry her down the hallway to my bedroom and deposit her on the bed.
“Babe,” I say against her lips before I stand to try and remove my own clothes. “I’ve got a busted hand, so you have to help me.”
She breaks away and leans back. “What can I do?” she says breathlessly.
Her face is flushed, and her eyes are red. I heard her crying, and it made me crazy. I broke away from my doctor, the nurse who was pumping me with some kind of pain killers, and the tech that was fitting an air cast around my wrist. I don’t feel anything at this moment but intense, ravaging want because she’s beautiful. Red face, red eyes, lush chocolate hair, tits heaving from her own desire. It’s a lot. Too much for me.
“Stop looking so fucking hot. I’m gonna come in my pants. Get your clothes off. Now.” The command comes out sharp, but I can’t help it. My control is shattering when it comes to her. Always trying to be calm. Hiding the caveman she brings out in me. Worried it will scare her away.
I tear at my own buttons and zipper. I shove the jeans down and grab the base of my engorged cock and squeeze until the pain makes me dizzy.
Sadie makes a hungry sound at the back of her throat. Her eyes are pinned on my cock, and her tongue is peeking between her lips.
“Open up, girl.”
She gasps, and I shove the heavy cockhead into that warm opening. Her tongue flattens, and her cheeks hollow as she sucks me in. I pump against her mouth, using my fist as a stopper so I don’t choke her with my thick cock.
“One day, you’re going to take all of this. You’re going to swallow my cock and let me pump my seed down your throat.” My shaft swells as the thought of her deep-throating me becomes permanently etched in my mind.
Her hand falls between her legs. I pull out, my dick wet with her saliva. “No way, baby, that’s my pussy.” I knock her hand away and press my own palm against her hot core. She’s soaked through her silk pants and panties. I curl my long fingers into her cunt, pushing the fabric inside her. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you, Locke, but your wrist is broken.”
“I cannot feel anything but your wet pussy, and if I’m not inside of you in less than five minutes, I’m spending all over your pretty clothes.”
“I don’t care about my clothes.”
“Good. Then you don’t care if I do this.” I reach up and tear her blouse in two. The pearl buttons fly across the room. The silk falls to her sides, revealing her magnificent rack. I cup one of her tits with my good hand and thumb her nipple through the delicate lace. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I push her down until her back meets the mattress and latch on to the fast hardening nub. She struggles out of her bra, and when her breasts are free, I tease and bite at her tits until her nipples are pointy, hard things.