Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“I want you,” I say repeating my words from the dock. “I need you inside of me.”
I feel his fingers grip and dig deeper into the flesh of my legs. His restraint is wavering; I can feel it in the tension of his body.
He kisses me again, long, hard, full of frustration and need.
“Not tonight, Khloe,” he says placing one last chaste kiss to my lips and lowering my feet to the floor. Well, I thought his restraint was wavering.
“Let’s call for some food and watch a movie,” he suggests again.
I nod in agreement. The other will come in due time, of that I’m certain.
An hour later we’re lounged on the couch in the den eating pizza while watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith. It was our compromise between chick flick and action movie.
“She’s bad ass,” I say around a bite of pizza.
“Yeah, in the movies I guess. In real life she’s bat-shit crazy,” he responds.
I frown because in real life Brad Pitt was cheating on Jennifer Aniston with Angelina when this movie was being made. That realization makes my mood turn sour quickly.
We continue to watch the movie in silence. After finishing the pizza we situate ourselves on the couch where my back is against his front, and I’m reclined between his legs. Occasionally he tightens his arms around me and kisses my shoulder. I can’t help the bitterness I feel; the anger deep inside from what he did. I want to let it go and just be done with it. If I say I forgive him, I have to commit to it and move past it, but the pain is still so new and raw I know it will take a while.
The credits begin to roll on the screen, but neither of us make a move to get up. Spending time like this is so familiar, exactly how we were before he left for Vegas. I have no desire to go back to the clubhouse and risk the chance of seeing Snapper. That would surely dampen my mood.
“We need to get going,” Kid mumbles against the hair on my neck.
I turn slightly in his arms so I can look in his eyes. “Can we stay here tonight?”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and kisses the tip of my nose. “If that’s what you want to do, Sweet Girl.”
I smile at him, finally getting my way with something. He shifts his weight so he can pull his phone from his back pocket.
“Who are you calling?” I ask as I turn so I can place my feet on the floor and stand.
“I just need to let the guys know where we’ll be tonight.” He fires off a quick text and stands beside me.
I grab the near empty pizza box, and he gathers up the drinks. We make our way to the kitchen to dispose of our trash. I walk around with him as he locks all the doors and sets the security alarm.
“The guy who owns this house doesn’t mind people just coming and going, staying the night here while he’s gone?”
He squeezes my hand tighter. “We’re family,” he says with a shrug. “Family is always welcome. Besides, we don’t snoop through his stuff. We don’t go into his room or personal space. He’s cool with it.”
“I love it here,” I say as we make our way down the hall.
Kid opens one of the doors in the hallway and stands back so I can enter first. The room is what I would consider typical, simple furniture, and limited decorations. The bed stands on a high frame and looks more inviting than any bed should. Piles of fluffy pillows at the top overflow onto the dark blue duvet. I cannot wait to snuggle up to Kid in this bed and spend the night in his arms.
I take a few steps closer to the bed and pull my shirt off. Let’s see how good he is at resisting me in this room.
I turn to him just as I pop the snap on my shorts. He watches my hand as it slowly lowers the zipper. With a small wiggle of my hips, my shorts slide down my legs and puddle at my feet.
I watch his own hands as they clench, opening and closing repeatedly. I smile innocently when I hook my thumbs into my panties and push them down as well. It’s not the first time he’s seen me naked, but the fire in his eyes is burning so much stronger now than they were a few weeks ago.
“Come here,” I say on a whisper.
Surprisingly he obliges, reaching first with his hands to my hips, then his mouth slanted over mine. He lifts me up and gently places me on the bed, sliding between my open thighs. His hands roam up my heated skin, taking a breast in each palm. I whimper into his mouth as his tongue strokes along mine.