Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Thatcher, you can’t. I, the things you did, ah. “ Her hands grabbed my arms and held onto me as she continued. “Please, that’s not. I, you did things. People are hurt, dead.” The words were all pants.
“Mmmhmmm,” I agreed, bending down to nibble on her earlobe. “My demons, little doll. Not yours. Nothing is your fault,” I assured her, having to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her from falling. “Just mine. All mine. I’ll be better. If you’re with me. I’ll be better.” That could very well be a fucking lie, but I was willing to try. If it made her happy.
“The others,” she breathed.
“The past,” I said, slipping my palm down inside the front of her jeans until my middle finger brushed her clit.
“Oh god,” she moaned, leaning into me.
“That’s my sweet girl,” I praised her.
“Thatcher,” my name was a moan on her lips.
I lifted my eyes the moment I felt it. The prickling that we weren’t alone. My eyes locked on her father’s. His jaw tight, body rigid.
Smirking, I slid my hand out of her jeans, sucked my fingers clean, then bent down and scooped her up in my arms, careful to keep him from her line of sight, before walking into the woods with what belonged to me.
Clark Jewel had crossed a line. I had promised Capri I’d be good. And I would be if he kept his distance. If he said one more word to her, then I would make sure that the pastor’s sins found him out.
• Eight •
I was lost in the unholy heaven that carried me.
Capri
There were several levels to my morals. I felt as if I had to battle multiple personalities demanding to take control of my actions because I was clinging to a man, with an ache between my legs, who had killed people for me. Not just one life. But five. The first one, I had already realized, that I was relieved. Every step I had taken from my father it sank in what Thatcher had done for me. That if Beauden Redd hadn’t been killed, what he might have eventually done to me.
My hand fisted the shirt Thatcher was wearing. He held me close to his body as he walked down the wooded path I’d taken yesterday. The events that had caused me to run began to replay in my head, and I winced. I didn’t want to remember.
“Don’t do that,” he warned me. “I’ll stop right here, strip you naked and eat your pussy while you scream out your orgasm.”
My nipples tightened again. It was that easy for him to distract me.
“You shot at your brother,” I said.
He cocked an eyebrow and looked down at me. “He pulled his Glock on me first.”
“You pulled the trigger.”
The sinister amusement in his eyes only caused my body to tingle like the crazy woman I was.
“I’d never hurt him. I just wanted him to drop the fucking gun.”
There was a sincerity in his tone that eased me. I believed him. The emotions had been high, and my reactions weren’t helping him. He needed me to calm down, and I’d been the cause of his snapping like he had.
“I can walk,” I told him as we made it out of the woods onto the street we had to cross to get to the grocery store parking lot.
“No,” he replied as he continued on.
“People will see you holding me.”
“The taste of your pussy is on my tongue, and your short legs can’t get us to my truck fast enough,” he said tightly. His strong jaw and focused expression made me want to reach up and touch his face. Run my fingers over it. But since we were already making a bit of a scene with him carrying me, I didn’t add to it.
I felt him shift me in his arms as he reached to open the door to the truck. He put me in on the driver’s side. I started to scoot further away, but he grabbed my thigh when I reached the middle. “Far enough,” he said, climbing in behind the wheel.
“Get the jeans off, panties too,” he ordered.
I glanced at the tinted windows then back at him.
“Do it, or I will,” he warned, then turned the engine on as it began to hum beneath us.
I kicked off my shoes as my hands went to unbuckle my belt. The one I hadn’t been able to bring myself to buy on a shopping trip, only to have it rolled up in a fancy box waiting on me that night in the center of his bed when I had gotten out of the shower.
Shoving my jeans down until I could pull them from my ankles, I placed them on the passenger seat. Then began sliding off my panties. When they were gone, Thatcher held his hand out.