Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Finally, his body unlocked, and he dropped my hips back to the ground.
His sweaty chest met mine, and his head buried in my neck.
Nearly all of his weight was balanced on his forearms as we both caught our breath.
“You make me stupid,” he groaned.
My wandering hands went up his ribs to his back, exploring the bulging muscles. “You make me mad.”
Pushing himself up, he slowly pulled away, letting his dick slip from my body, and making me feel empty in the process.
“You make me mad,” he said with no heat whatsoever in his voice.
I laid there with my back against the cold floor, and my legs flopped open, unable to move as he walked into the bathroom and threw his condom away.
I heard the toilet flush, and still I didn’t move.
The light in the hallway flicked on, and I saw him stare down at me with an unreadable expression.
“Are you going to get up?” He asked with a touch of humor.
“My legs aren’t cooperating at the moment. Check back in ten,” I said, closing my eyes.
He chuckled, and then the next thing I knew, I was standing up.
My eyes snapped open and I glared at him.
“I was in my happy place. Now that I’m not in my happy place, you can get the hell out. I’m still mad at you,” I said, poking him in the chest for emphasis.
He rolled his eyes and tugged my hand until we were both in my bedroom.
“Let’s lay down in bed. I’m fucking beat, and as soon as we get this talk over with, I wanna catch about six hours of sleep. I have to be at work at ten in the morning,” he told me.
I followed him warily, and watched as he went straight to the bed, threw the covers back, and flopped down right in the middle.
Then he patted the bed, and closed his eyes.
Picking up the t-shirt he’d worn over, I pulled it on over my head.
Then I glared at him for all of two seconds before I took a running jump and bounced on to the bed beside him, then rolled.
I hit his body with a thump, and he let out a whoosh of breath before opening his eyes and glaring at me. “Thanks,” he said dryly.
“Anytime,” I said as I snuggled deep into his embrace and fell blissfully to sleep.
***
I woke to the smell of bacon, and it made my stomach turn.
Lurching out of bed, my feet became tangled in the blankets and I fell face first onto the floor.
“Fuck,” I gasped as I struggled free of the blankets and dashed to the bathroom.
The door was partially closed, and in my peripheral vision I saw Loki, but I headed straight for the toilet, retching up what was left of my meatloaf dinner from over twelve hours ago.
“Is that all you ever do?” Loki asked from somewhere behind me.
Gasping for breath, I picked my head up, swiped the top of my forearm across my lips, and nearly fell over when I saw the huge red slash across Loki’s lower abdomen. It went from his left hip to the bottom of his ribs.
“Is that a knife wound?” I screeched.
He looked over at me, but kept running his fingers down the gash, making me follow his movements with my eyes.
“Yep. Happened last night,” he confirmed. “Been in less than twenty four hours and he’s already had someone ready to hit me when I least suspected. Fucking Dortea has her goddamned head in the clouds half the time. She needs to get with the program.”
“Holy fucking shit! How did you, ah,” I blushed. “Have sex with that.”
“Nothing wrong with my dick, sweetheart. It’s on my belly,” he said dryly.
“But,” I shuttered. “I was running my hands all along your chest and belly last night. I hurt you!”
He gave me a level look. “I would’ve told you if you hurt me, and trust me, you didn’t hurt me.”
I looked at the angry looking gash skeptically. “Whatever you say.”
“I made breakfast,” he told me before placing the tube of antibiotic cream back in my medicine cabinet.
“I could tell,” I said sarcastically as I went to the sink and brushed my teeth.
As the bristles met the back of my tongue, I started to gag again.
“You sick or something?” He eyed me warily.
“Bacon is disgusting,” I hedged as toothpaste ran out of my mouth and down my chin.
“Why? Who doesn’t love bacon? And if you don’t like it, why is it in your fridge?” he asked.
Spitting the last of the toothpaste into the sink, I held my mouth under the tap, swished, and spit before using the towel next to my head to dry my face off.
Turning to him, I crossed my arms across my chest and glared at him.
His eyes went to my chest, and I looked down to notice what he’d noticed.
My nipples were hard and straining the well-worn fabric of his black t-shirt.
Dropping my arms from across my chest with barely concealed annoyance, I stomped past him to the kitchen where he had a feast set out.
Ignoring the bacon, I filled a large bowl with scrambled eggs and ripped up pieces of toast, placing it on the table. Then I went to the fridge, grabbed the ketchup, and smothered my eggs with it.
Stirring it up, I sat down and ate it all like normal people ate cereal.
“That’s just...disgusting,” Loki said with supreme distaste.
I laughed. “My dad taught my brother and me to eat it this way,” I said, as I took another bite.
“Did you answer me yet on why you even had bacon?” He asked as he filled his plate up with bacon and eggs.
“It was my brothers. He didn’t take it with him when he moved out.”
Partially true, at least.
“Where did your brother go?” He asked, startled.
“Oh, he left after he found out he didn’t like living with a bat shit crazy little harpy.”
Just kidding. What I really said was, “He didn’t like having to pay rent. Which made him have to work. He’s staying on a friend’s couch for the time being.”