Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Fortunately, thinking of my girls made me smile.
Didn’t even have the words to describe how much they meant to me. Somewhere along the way I’d reengaged with life, for their sake if not my own. Biggest fight of my life, not crawling down into that grave with my wife. London was fighting the same kind of battle, in her own way. When shit hit the fan, she’d charged life head-on, taken in Jessica and fought for her, despite the fact that she had an easy out. Nobody could have blamed her for passing Jess along to social services. I respected the way she threw down for her kid, even though Jess wasn’t technically hers. She understood loyalty, and that family isn’t always about blood.
Much as I hated to admit it, that was the kind of strength and loyalty it took to make a good old lady … Then I shook my head, because I sure as shit wasn’t going there. Claim her? Okay. But nobody could ever take Heather’s place, let alone wear her patch.
Maybe I could find a happy medium, though, and that’s where London came in. Screwing her tonight would complicate things in a way that could end with her hating me. I’m nothing if not decisive, and I don’t fuck around once I’ve made up my mind. I wanted London and I definitely planned to keep her for a while.
That meant I should start things off right.
First order of business—remove Deputy Dick from her life without scaring the hell out of her. If I had to suck it up for a while to make that happen, I had no doubt she’d make it up to me down the line. Thus I found myself lying on a couch watching some dumbass movie with a dick harder than a diamond and no happy ending in sight.
London stirred against me again, letting out a soft snore.
Christ, her mouth was right by my nipple. I felt the heat of her breath touch me through the thin fabric of my shirt, and something like panic welled up in the back of my throat. I had to get the hell out of here, because no fuckin’ way I’d be able to keep my hands off her much longer. Respect only went so far.
The brothers would laugh their asses off if they saw me now.
“Okay, sweetheart,” I muttered, cradling her as I sat up awkwardly. “Let’s get you to bed.”
London snuggled deeper into me, making protesting noises. She really wasn’t very big, despite those fabulous tits of her. I lifted her easily enough and carried her back toward the bedrooms. Her door was open, revealing a neatly made queen-size bed. The room was decorated in what was probably thrift shop furniture, but it’d been polished up and laid out in a way that looked put together and purposeful.
Nothing like my bedroom.
“Still pissed at you,” she muttered as I tugged back the covers and tucked her in. Well, look at that. Sleeping Drunky was waking up, and I didn’t even have to kiss her first.
“Do I wanna know why?” I asked. She frowned, eyes still closed.
“You know why, Nate. But you can spend the night anyway …”
Nate? She thought I was Nate Evans?
That fucking cockwad was not getting credit for this good deed.
My good intentions disappeared in an instant, brain turning off as instinct kicked in. Didn’t matter that I’d decided to keep my hands off—she didn’t get to dream about Deputy Dick while I held her. That was a straight-up deal breaker, something both I and my cock felt very strongly about.
“This isn’t Nate,” I growled, sliding my fingers into her hair, gripping her head tight. She woke with a jerk, eyes wide and confused.
“What?”
“I’m not Nate,” I growled. She blinked at me.
“Reese? What are you doing here?”
Holy shit. I’d brought her food, listened to her cry, and then held her half the night—and she didn’t even remember. Karma could suck my ass. I dropped down on the bed, shoving a knee between her legs, covering her with my body. My dick found her pubic bone, and I rotated my hips.
Finally.
Fucking hell that was sweet relief, even if it wasn’t a money shot.
“Oh my God …” she whispered, eyes wide. “Reese, what are you doing?”
I groaned, grinding against her so hard it hurt. She bucked back, whimpering, and I completely forgot about keeping things simple. I needed inside her. Now. The rest could wait. I caught her lips with mine, nipping them before thrusting my tongue deep in her mouth. Her hips bucked again, her hands digging into my chest.
Then she bit my tongue.
“What the fuck?” I gasped, jerking away from her. Her eyes were wide and full of shock, which was right about the time I realized her hands weren’t digging into my chest to rip off my shirt.