Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I do.
I don’t remember anything else as I drift into slumber.
* * *
Mac
I wake to the feel of my cock straining to break free from my briefs. God, this thing has a mind of its own when I’m this close to her. I glance over to see she’s awake and lying on her side facing me.
“Hi,” I murmur sleepily.
“Hello.” She smiles softly.
Her long, dark, chocolate hair falls around her shoulders and she has that whole just-woke-up-and-I-need-to-be-fucked vibe going on. She’s wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxer shorts, and I have never seen something so arousing.
This is why I’m out of your league.
Her cutting words from last night weigh heavily on my shoulders. She’s right. I have no right to her and she has reminded me of just how long it has been since I have been with a decent woman.
She watches me intently and I know she has something on her mind.
“What?” I ask.
She traces a circle on the sheets underneath us with her pointer finger as she contemplates her next question. “Have you…?” She pauses. “Have you always lived this life?” she asks.
I stare at her for a moment. “Have I always been… bad, you mean?”
She nods softly.
I stare at the ceiling above. “No, I haven’t.” I narrow my eyes as I think for a moment. “Actually I take that back. I have always been like this.”
She frowns as if not believing me.
My eyes flicker up to her. “Is this the part where you want me to tell you I’m an undercover cop and I am here to save the world?” I ask.
A trace of a smile crosses her face. “You’re not a cop?”
I smile sleepily. This woman kills me. “No.” I shake my head. “Not a cop.”
“FBI,” she asks, hopefully.
I smirk. Stop being so damn fucking sexy. “No.”
“Special Forces.”
I roll my eyes. “You watch too much fucking television, Rosh.”
She watches me for a moment as if thinking. “Can I ask you something, Mac?”
I nod as my eyes drop to her perfect lips. God, what I wouldn’t give to have them around my cock. I get a visual of her naked and kneeling as she goes down on me and I harden even more. I subtly readjust my length under the blankets. “Yes,” I reply distracted by my wayward thoughts.
“You know how you are getting me a new passport?”
I frown as I listen. Where is this going? I nod.
“Can you get me a passport in another name?” she asks.
“Why?”
She shrugs as her eyes stay glued at the blankets underneath us.
I lift my hand and cup her face. “Who you running from, baby?”
Her eyes rise to meet mine. “Me. I’m running from me.”
6
Mac
The weight of her words crush my chest like a vice. I stare at her, unable to fathom the idea. “Why would you ever want to run away from you?” I ask.
She drops her eyes back to the blankets in shame.
I reach over and rub my thumb over her bottom lip. “You don’t have someone at home waiting for you?” I ask. What’s going on with this girl? Something just doesn’t add up here. I have always thought that she was hiding something. Although scared, she’s nowhere near as terrified as I imagine a woman who has been kidnapped after witnessing a murder would be. She’s learnt how to detach her emotions. Why?
She shakes her head softly.
How could that be? “What about your family?” I ask.
She hesitates for a moment before answering. “My mother died a few years ago and my father is no good.”
I frown. “Grandparents. Siblings?”
Standing as if annoyed with my line of questioning. “Can you help me or not?” she snaps.
I roll my lips as I contemplate her request. “I can if you tell me a few things.”
Her eyes meet mine. “Like what?”
“Like, why?” She continues to stare at me but doesn’t answer. “You think you can run away from your problems?”
“I don’t want to run away. I want to start again.”
I raise a brow in question. “Starting again on your own would be hard.”
She shrugs. “What are you going to do? Explain to me what your plans would be.”
I lie back and put my hands behind my head as I wait for her answer, her eyes glance up to my biceps before she drags them away and I bite my bottom lip to hide my smirk. She can pretend to not want me all she wants. I know her body has other ideas.
She swallows as she thinks. “I’m going to get off at Puerto Rico and then I thought maybe try to get a job or something.” Her large brown eyes meet mine as she shrugs. “I will work it out.”
I watch her for a moment. She can’t lie for shit, she already has a plan, I’m sure of it.