Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Joseph.” When I turn my head, the twinge in my neck sharpens, and my hand moves to where I feel the tightness.
“Baby girl, don’t touch it.” JW is out of his seat and next to me in a split second. His hand cups my cheek, forehead meeting mine as he proceeds to keep a watchful eye over me. He stays silent, so I follow his lead. The last thing I remember before passing out was watching JW struggle to get out of his hold to come for me. The stranglehold Clayton had on me didn’t allow me to breathe very easily, and when I struggled to get away, I fainted. Of course, because that douchebag cunt cake didn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself and getting away. My neck was his knife’s fated mate. I have no idea how bad it is, and since JW doesn’t seem intent to let me touch, I’m sure looking will be out of the question, too.
“How long was I out? How bad is it? What happened?” I ask rapid-fire questions. Maybe looking at it is a bad idea.
“Long enough to transport you. You woke up for a minute, but you conked back out. Scared me to death. The paramedics said it's normal after a traumatic event. When we got here, the doctor said it’d be better for you to sleep through the stitches than for you to be awake. You were lucky, so damn lucky. An inch lower, and you’d have bled out. Swear to fuck I thought I was losing you when I just found you.” His nose slides along mine. There’s no denying he’s upset, probably more so than I am; it comes with the territory. JW’s protective through and through in every sense of the word. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep the pain away from me. Even if that means allowing himself to be handcuffed by a madman.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m in it for the long haul.” I raise my hand, needing to feel more of him, but he stops me from moving so much as an inch.
“As for how it looks, you can see it later. Right now, it doesn’t matter.” I start to respond, because while he may not care about a gash that results in an everlasting scar, I do, but JW doesn’t let me interrupt. “Baby girl, do not go there. The doctor who stitched you up did a damn good job. If there’s a reminder that you don’t want, we’ll talk to a plastic surgeon. As long as you’re here and healthy.” He doesn’t usually fill the void with words because he’s more of an action speaks louder than words type of man, but it seems today is different. “Maeve, you’re never leaving me. You’re the air I breathe, my sunshine during the dark, and I’m going to love you with all I’ve got until there’s nothing left.”
I lift my mouth to his, grazing my lips along his. Words have lost me. The emotions of the day and his declaration… god, his declaration. It’s everything I didn’t know I needed to hear.
“I love you, Joseph, so much. I don’t have the sweet words you gave me, but give me a few minutes to gather my thoughts, and I’ll come up with something better,” I murmur against his lips. His tongue slides inside, entwining with mine as he holds me up by the nape of my neck so I don’t have to strain while he thoroughly kisses me.
“You don’t have to tell me anything. The sweet Josephs I never thought I’d want to hear, the way you call me daddy hitting me right in the dick, how you yield to me in and out of the bedroom. I could go on and fucking on. Mae, you were made for me, and I was made for you.” Tears stream down my cheeks. There’s no holding my emotions back. He’ll have to deal with my crying jag. It’s partly his fault anyway for being so sweet.
“Joseph.” He wipes my tears, attempting to move away from me, but I shake my head.
“That right there. Love how you say my name. Though, gotta tell you, the idea of spanking you until you can’t sit and withholding your orgasms for a damn long time, is definitely on my radar,” he says in a way I know he’s standing on business.
“Promises, promises.” His fingers entwine with mine, and he pulls my hand up to his lips and kisses my knuckles.
“That’s a guarantee. I’m not going anywhere, not fucking ever. I figure we’ve got about ten minutes before your parents and my parents arrive. Everyone else can wait until we get home.”
I nod for him to sit down next to me; he hesitates for a moment. The minute his ass meets the hospital bed, I scoot over. The emotional overload from today takes hold of me, and I’m yawning before I know it.