Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“What do you want me to do?” He asked softly, sifting his fingers through my hair.
I felt the rumble of the question vibrate through his chest, and a low deep thrum of contentment coursed through me. One that I never felt when I was in Paul’s arms. Never.
Which was why I’d never slept with him, despite his nagging about it.
“Will you take him to the park with me? I want him to play...” I started to ask, but the hard pounding at my door startled me out of finishing.
Then the yelling started. “Hey, Elise! It’s time to go. Remember? It’s Tuesday, we have to meet my parents for dinner!”
Why did he insist on calling me by my middle name? What was wrong with Viddy?
I didn’t move, and neither did Trance.
Radar did, however, go over to the door and started growling low in his throat.
“Hey, is that guy in there with you again? Is that his stupid fuckin’ dog? What did I tell you about him?” Paul snarled.
I lost it again. After everything he’d done to me lately, I just couldn’t handle his shit anymore.
Paul was not a nice man. He’d threatened me on more than one occasion on what he’d do if he caught me with Trance again. Not that Trance and I had ever crossed that line, but Paul didn’t care, and wasn’t willing to listen. Everything I did pissed Paul off, and I really just didn’t give a flying fuck anymore.
Paul could go fuck a duck.
I stomped hard towards the door.
Counting my steps, I got to seven and held my hand out, making contact with the door.
“Move over, Radar, I’ve got to get rid of the trash.” I said to the big boy who was still growling low at my door.
Turning the knob, I felt the full blast of Louisiana heat belt me in the face, as well as Paul’s anger.
“What the fuck have you two been doing in there? Your face is flushed, and you’re not wearing your glasses. You know how I hate that.” Paul chastised me.
Paul was an asshole. I’d started dating him a little over a year ago, and I’ve been nothing but disappointed since. My sister hated him. My sister’s husband hated him. And Trance hated him.
Yes, it was definitely time.
“My face is flushed because I’ve been crying, you idiot. Hemi isn’t well, and I’m putting him to sleep later this afternoon. As for you, I would like you not to come back anymore. We’re over.” I said as harshly as I could.
Silence greeted me after that statement.
Paul’s silence wasn’t in my best interest, because before I could even blink, Paul had me by the wrist. “What are you talking about? You know we’re not through. You’ve said that three times in the past four months, but you always come back.”
“Stand down.” Trance’s beautiful voice said from behind me.
I wasn’t sure if he was talking to Paul or Radar until, suddenly, Radar’s low growling abruptly quit at my side.
Then I felt Trance’s heat at my back, and I involuntarily leaned backwards into him.
His hand went around my waist, and he pulled me backwards until I was flush against him with his arm pinning me to him tightly.
“You heard her. Please leave.” Trance’s authoritative tone booked no room for argument.
“You can’t tell me what to do. This is my girlfriend’s place. How about you leave? Hmm?” Paul replied snottily.
“I want you to leave. Now. Oh, and lose my number.” I said stiffly, before yanking my wrist from Paul’s grasp and closing the door in his face.
A snarling snap from Radar had me jumping, and then Paul’s squeal of indignation followed.
“What was that?” I asked in surprise.
Trance snorted. “He tried to sneak his hand into the door before it closed all the way, but Radar convinced him not to continue with that line of thought.”
“Good,” I whispered.
Neither one of us moved.
My head was still pillowed against his chest, and his arm was still wrapped tightly around me.
We stood like that for long moments until Hemi’s heartbreaking whimpering from the couch broke up the moment, bringing us both to the couch.
“He needs to go outside, I believe. Would you mind doing that? I want to gather some of his things to take with us before we take him.” I said, looking into the direction I thought Trance was standing.
His warm hand cupped my face until he moved it up and to the left, before he replied. “Okay, baby. Just let Radar lead you out when you’re ready. I’ll be outside near the grass.”
“Thank you,” I said softly.
He broke away after that. I heard the click of the door handle unlatching, followed by the clicking of Hemi’s nails as he walked out the door, before it closed softly behind them both.
“Radar?” I called.
When Radar’s cold wet nose touched my hand, I smiled and patted his head. “Can you find me the balls?”
I’d heard Trance ask Radar that once, the last time he was over with my sister, when they helped me move six months ago.
I’d had the balls packed in a box, and I’d wanted to show the guys Hemi’s trick at putting three balls in his mouth. Since I’d had no idea where exactly the toys were, I’d been about to give up when Trance had said that Radar could find them. And find them he did.
Walking stiffly forward, I went to Hemi’s bed and picked it up.
A loud bark came from my side as I opened the front door.
***
Trance
“Listen, you need to leave. Things aren’t going to be pretty if you make me remove you. I have things I need to do, and if you make me arrest you, I will not be a happy person.” I said to Viddy’s boyfriend.
No, make that ex-boyfriend.
Thank God.
I didn’t know how much longer I could follow my moral code when it came to taking some other man’s woman.
“We always get back together, though. We’ll be back together by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.” He sneered, before he angled into his car that had to be a compensation for a small dick.