Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
I yank my face from his. “Scout.”
“I need you,” he growls, shoving both of my wrists into one of his hands. The now free one goes between my legs, and like always, he’s rough and needy.
I suck in a breath, my tired body trying to push him off. “Scout … stop,” I say, shoving my hips into his.
“I can’t,” he growls, lifting my leg to wrap around his hip. He grabs his cock and slides into me. “I need my doll.”
I cry out into the shower as the water hits our bodies, and he stretches me, making it hurt. I’m not ready to be his toy. My body isn’t in the mood, and neither is my mind.
His hips pin me to the wall, and he starts to fuck me.
“Scout.” I gasp. “You’re hurting me …”
He presses his lips to mine, trying to silence me, and I manage to rip my face away and cry out as he slams into me. Our bodies slap, the water spraying us. His hands hold my already sore wrists above my head, his fingers digging into my bruised skin.
“Scout … stop …” He slaps his free hand over my mouth while his fingers pinch my nose, taking away my chance at denying him or breathing.
GRAYSON LAW
I lie back in bed and hear Henley cry out from the bathroom. Of course, he’s fucking her in the shower. He could have at least taken her to bed. She was just punched, slapped around, and shot. Why not let the poor girl lie down while getting fucked?
“Scout … stop.” I hear her say.
I sit up and turn off my TV. I can hear the water running, his grunts.
“Scout,” she gasps. “You’re hurting me …” Her words are cut off.
I throw off the comforter and go to open my bathroom door that leads to our adjoining bathroom. But it’s locked.
“Scout … stop …” Then nothing.
I place my ear to the door and listen. I can’t hear her anymore, but I can hear him slamming her body into the shower wall. Making up my mind, I shove my shoulder into the door, busting it open.
He’s got her pinned against the wall, her arms above her head. His other hand is over her mouth, his fingers pinching her nose. Her face is turning blue, her eyes rolling back into her head.
I rip open the glass doors and yank him off her, shoving him completely out of the shower. “What the fuck, dude?” I know we’re rough with her, but tonight is not the night for that.
She goes to fall, but I catch her. Picking her up in my arms, she sucks in breath after breath, clinging to me. She buries her face into my bare chest and begins crying while trying to catch her breath.
“What the fuck?” He jumps to his feet just as Henley’s bathroom door bursts open. Dax and Rellik enter.
“What is going on?” Dax demands. “We could hear you all downstairs.” He looks at Henley, wet, naked, and shaking in my arms. Then at Scout, who stands there also wet, naked, and hard as a fucking rock.
“Law interrupted us!” he shouts.
“She told you to stop. You were hurting her,” I snap.
“I was not.” He rolls his eyes. “Henley …” He starts to walk toward us, but she turns her head the opposite way, clinging to me while sobbing. He bites his bottom lip and nods his head. “I see …”
“Get the fuck out of my house, Scout,” I order.
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“Here.” My mother hands me two pills and a glass of water.
I set them both on Henley’s nightstand.
“She needs—”
“Rest,” I interrupt my mother. She’s hovering around Henley like a helicopter mom ever since Dax escorted Scout out of the house thirty minutes ago. “I just want to help.”
“I know, Mom, but I have it. It’s late. Go to bed.” I place my hand on her expensive evening gown and guide her to the bedroom door. Once in the hall, she spins to say something, but I shut the door on her.
Turning around, I see Henley lying in her bed. Her hair still damp. I tried to wring it out the best I could afterward. I carried her into her room and placed her in bed. I walk back over to her. Sitting down on the edge, I run my knuckles across her face, and she opens her pretty blue eyes.
“You keep saving me,” she whispers.
“I’m no savior, little doll,” I tell her. I am just as responsible for this situation as any of the other guys are.
“Then why did you do it?” she asks.
I ignore that question and lean over, picking up her pills and water. “Sit up,” I order.
She does as she’s told and takes the pills, followed by a drink. “Get some rest,” I say. Standing, I place the water back on her nightstand in case she gets thirsty later and walk toward her door.