Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
After that conversation, I felt kind of silly. Clearly, I was overreacting and there was nothing to address with Dom. That made sense. I mean, we never had a relationship. We’re not even close. I’m acting insane. It’s time to start living my life, and apparently, that will include dating Raze. The thought makes me smile. I like him. It also helps that I messaged Deke on Facebook Messenger and told him to stop trying to get in touch with me. I couldn’t forgive him, and I didn’t want him in my life anymore. He messaged me back, telling me he definitely made a mistake, but he wasn’t giving me up. I responded by telling him he didn’t have a choice. Then, I proceeded to block him from my account. I did all of this while Raze held me and gave me courage. I then relived my relationship with Deke by telling Raze all of the garbage I put up with, all the pain and what happened the moment it turned physical. Raze held me and let me talk. I know hearing it upset him. I could feel the muscles in his body grow taut as he listened to me talk. To his credit, he never said a word. He just held me.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to help you shower? I am a master with soap.”
I giggle—something I never did a lot of until recently. “I never met a soap master before.”
He comes to me, wrapping his arms around me, picking me up as if I’m light as a feather. He carefully backs me up against the bathroom wall. I wrap one leg around him, and he puts a hand under my bad leg, bringing it up and supporting it as it rests on his hip. That’s another thing about Raze, he always takes care of me without drawing attention to problems—like my bad leg after a night of it hurting because of the tendons and muscles drawing.
“Oh, Flame, wait until you see what I can do. I’m going to rock your world.”
“That sounds like a promise,” I murmur, and yep, this is me… flirting.
“It is darlin’. I could start tonight.”
“I promised Mom and Dad I’d come home and stay tonight for dinner because Skylar is coming in.”
“You could cancel…”
I sigh. “If only you knew how much I wish I could. My kid sister and I aren’t exactly close.”
“You two don’t get along?”
“We’re like oil and water.”
“You being the oil,” he hums, confusing me and making me laugh all at once.
“Why am I the oil?”
“You slide over my body, nice and slick, holding in heat, and making my engine purr.”
“Oh God, that was so lame.”
“It’s still true.”
“I’m going to miss you tonight, you freak.”
“Your little pet names for me are just so sweet, Flame.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re supposed to say you’ll miss me, too,” I instruct.
“I definitely will.”
“Is it me you’ll miss, or my food for poker night tomorrow?”
“Baby, your spinach dip is the shit,” he replies with a smirk.
“I think I hate you now,” I mutter.
“No, you don’t. Now, give me those magic lips of yours so you can get ready for your first day of college.”
“It’s a good thing you’re a great kisser, Raze, because your seduction game is shit,” I complain.
“I’ll work on that,” he promises as I lean down and he kisses me, starting my day off in the best way possible.
Chapter 11
Dom
I pull into Breaker’s driveway and groan under my breath. I hold my head down and pinch the bridge of my nose, my fingers pushing my sunglasses up slightly. Thea’s car is here. Seeing her, after beating off to the fantasy of fucking her ass while making her scream that she belongs to me, is not going to be easy. I hope like hell I don’t get a hard-on while I talk to her.
Jesus.
Before I have a chance to get off my ride, Raze comes out. He pushes his hand through his hair. The bastard acts like he’s barely gotten out of bed. This Flame chick must be one hell of a woman. I never thought I’d see my brother so wrapped up over a woman.
“Finally drag your ass out of bed, motherfucker?” I drawl. “You look like shit. Why’d you have me meet you at Breaker’s?”
Raze laughs and gives me the finger. “I practically live here now,” he answers, confusing the hell out of me. Is he sharing his woman with Breaker? Huh… Breaker never seemed like that type. Then again, I’m not the type and apparently, I shared with T. Fuck, that burns.
Breaker comes out drinking coffee and Raze looks at him. “You could have brought me some of that.”
“Motherfucker, I’m letting your ass practically live here and I haven’t killed you. I don’t have to share my coffee with you, too,” he growls.