Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Does it hurt?” I asked, my hand brushing softly over his sides.
“Like hell,” he responded smiling at me, twirling a lock of my hair in his hand.
“But in the shower…” I started, unsure of how to finish the sentence.
“Babe, when I am inside you, you are all I feel. There is no room for pain, where you’re concerned,” he said, wearing his sexy smirk. Damn, I loved this man.
“Should I feel bad for killing Frankie?” My question caught him off guard, and for the first time, Luke didn’t know what to say. “I mean, maybe it just hasn’t sank in, but all I could think when I looked at him was of all the horrible things he had done to me and the hell he had put Maddie through. Didn’t he deserve to die?” I asked, my eyes searching his for judgment.
“He deserved to die. There is no doubt about that. As far as you feeling bad, I think that is something you are just going to have to deal with on your own. I can’t help you with it.” Luke’s words were ones I needed to hear. He didn’t judge me, and he didn’t give me any false hope about it getting easier.
“Have you ever killed anyone?” I asked, keeping my eyes trained on his chest. It wasn’t fair of me to ask him to share such secrets, but I needed to know. He stayed silent for a while and when he finally spoke, I knew I had unlocked a dark place in Luke’s life.
“I have. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about them or see their faces. They deserved to die too, but it wasn’t my place to take their lives. I did what I had to do though, just as you did. Instead of dwelling on the negative, think of the positive. It doesn’t make it right, but it makes it easier. There is not another woman who will be harmed at the hands of Frankie the Cutter, and they have you to thank for that.” He kissed my head and pulled me to him. I let his words sink in. The problem was that the only thing that I felt bad about was having to tell Maddie that it was me who pulled the trigger.
I woke up rested and in the arms of Luke. There was no way this day could get any better. I laid there a long time, enjoying the way his breath tickled my ear. One of his legs was thrown over mine and his left arm was wrapped around my stomach. My head lay on his arm and each of my hands held his. I sighed out loud and the little moan that slipped out was enough to wake Luke from his slumber. He tightened his grip on me and leaned up to place his chin on my shoulder. I turned to him and smiled. His sleepy, sexy face reminding me of how lucky I was, once again.
“Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well?” he asked, raining kisses on my face.
“Mmmm,” I replied, words to describe my night failed me.
“Ready to go home?” Just the thought of seeing the faces of the ones I loved, especially Maddie, caused a rush of excitement to pass through me. I rolled Luke to his back and climbed on top of him, making sure to keep my weight off of his torso. Luke didn’t seem to mind or have the slightest worry about his injuries. I felt him growing hard beneath me and the thoughts of seeing my family went to the back of my mind. Right now, I just needed him inside me. I slid back and forth, gliding my wetness across him.
“Come here, babe. I want to taste you.” I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that. He read my confused expression and smiled that wicked smile that let me know Luke had something up his sleeve. “I want you to sit on my face, Dallas. I want to taste you.” Fuck. Me. I obliged and crawled over him. My knees straddled his head as my hands gripped the head board in front of me. Luke grabbed my thighs and pulled me down on his face, plunging his tongue inside my pussy. I cried out as I rocked my hips against him. His grip tightened on my thighs, as I rode his face hard. Just before I exploded into an orgasm, he slid from beneath me. I felt his cock at the entrance of my pussy, wet from his mouth and my own juices. He guided himself into me, stroking slow and deep, hitting that spot that I loved so much. I came around him and he pounded me harder, reaching around to rub my clit, intensifying my orgasm. His other hand found my neck, and arched it back towards him so he could whisper in my ear.