Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
As was mentioned, the man wasn’t small. But somehow his struggle looked comical, like a small child wrestling against a full-grown adult.
There was another blur and the unmistakable sound of a fist hitting flesh.
The man was no longer being held up by Kip. He was on the ground, my husband standing over him.
“Well, now you fuckin’ know,” he spat at the man. “You lay your hands on my wife again, you even think about her, I’ll tear you to pieces.”
On that note, Kip’s furious glare found its way to me. His hand went to my upper arm, dragging me off the barstool.
“Hey!” I protested and tried to struggle, albeit weakly since I was still processing what happened.
Kip ignored me, reaching into his wallet with his free hand and then dumping a bunch of bills on the bar. “For the drinks and the trouble,” he said to the bartender, who, to his credit, nodded once and didn’t seem perturbed by the violence in his establishment.
If this was a scene in a movie, I’d think it was pretty badass. But this wasn’t a scene in a movie. This was my fucking life.
Then Kip dragged me out of the bar. Some people were staring, though most had gone back to their drinks.
“What the fuck was that?” I yelled once we’d made it into the parking lot, the fresh air doing wonders to jerk me out of my daze.
“We’ll talk when we get home,” Kip ground out, dragging me in the direction of his truck.
I did not want to be dragged. Nor did I want the warm feeling from Kip’s mention of ‘home.’ I didn’t want warm feelings. I wanted hot, fiery rage at what just happened.
It took effort, but I planted my feet and used all of my strength to rip my arm out of Kip’s grip.
Now, even all of my strength likely wasn’t enough to achieve this feat. But in order to keep hold of me, Kip would’ve had to hurt me. He didn’t do that, even though fury was rolling off him in waves.
He let me go. But he was pissed about it. He made it clear with his hands on his hips, his tight posture, and the low sigh he let out through his teeth.
“We are talking about this now,” I told him, folding my arms across my chest and doing my best to shoot laser beams at him. “How did you know I was here?”
Kip was not perturbed by my laser beams. He was annoyed. He took a beat to pinch the bridge of his nose, and then he regarded me.
“You were gonna fuck that guy,” he said quietly. Much too quietly. There was rage threading through every single word he spoke.
Despite my bravado and the booze still making me think I was somewhat invincible, a shiver went down my spine at his tone.
I didn’t let that show. “So what if I was?” I demanded. “We had an agreement. Outside of town limits.”
Kip stared daggers at me.
And though I thought I was pretty fearless, it made my lip tremble just a little.
“I’m amending the agreement,” he clipped.
The fear left pretty quickly then. “What the fuck, Kip?” I seethed. “We both have needs. I’m not gonna be a nun for a year, and I sure as fuck know you won’t be a monk.”
“I won’t be,” he agreed. “But I’m your husband, so I’m going to be tending to your needs.”
You could’ve knocked me over with a fucking feather in that moment. The silence that proceeded his words was long. He didn’t speak. I barely breathed.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked on a whisper. “We agreed we weren’t going to have sex.”
“Changed my mind,” Kip said.
“Well, good for you,” I snapped. “I haven’t.” A couple of dreams and moments of weakness didn’t count.
“You want me,” he murmured as if he were reading my mind.
“About as much as I want a bikini wax,” I informed him sweetly.
“You want my cock.”
I blinked, my entire body shuddering with need. I forced my face to stay in its scowl, though I feared Kip had already caught my reaction. “Don’t be crass.”
“You want me crass.” He stepped forward.
I scuttled back, annoyed that it was my first instinct. Even more annoyed that there was nowhere for me to go since I slammed into the door of Kip’s truck.
“You want it dirty,” he continued, caging me in.
He pressed his body into mine, so I could feel his warmth—and his rock-hard cock.
My body awakened. Every single nerve ending.
“You want me to fuck you right here, right now, against this truck in the fucking parking lot,” he murmured, grasping my neck. Hard.
I sucked in an unsteady breath. My heart thundered in my chest, and my knees wobbled.
“Say it,” he breathed, lips brushing mine. “Say you want me to fuck you right here.”