Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“Yes, let’s continue to make up more tall tales.” Sage rolled her eyes.
She clenched her fists, though.
Pepper stumbled on the curb as she went to step up, and only my quick reflexes kept her from taking a tumble to the concrete.
The only problem was, when I caught her, it put her bare front to mine.
And when she felt my unfortunate hard-on, she smirked. “Is that for me?”
I forgot everyone was around when I said, “Of course it is. Want a repeat? Arresting you is one of my fantasies, after all.”
I’d thought I said it quietly.
But apparently, I hadn’t.
“I knew it,” Quaid cried. “Where did I fall in the betting pool? Who won?”
Quincy pulled out his phone and said, “Ande. She was the one to guess this set of days.”
“I’m sorry, but what did you just say?” Sage asked quietly.
Too quietly.
“Ruh-roh.” Pepper snorted. “Danger, Will Robinson.”
I winced and looked at Sage, expecting hurt.
What I found there was calculation.
Irritation.
Rage.
Infuriation.
Hurt was nowhere in sight.
I handed Pepper over to the booking officer as soon as I got inside, reluctant to let her go.
But since this wasn’t my wheelhouse, I did what I was supposed to do.
Then went in search for Sage.
I didn’t find her.
I did, however, find my brothers.
“What are you all doing?” I asked, then looked over to Quincy. “Why are you even here? You work at Sunnyvale now.”
“I’m here for dinner with Dad,” he explained. “Remember?”
I groaned. “Yeah, now I do.”
“I can’t believe you arrested your future wife.” Gable came through the door, looking rough.
“She’s not my future wife,” I grumbled.
“Yes she is,” Garrett said as he joined the huddle, Boss, his K-9 partner, at his heels. “This is going to be talked about at every single family event for the rest of our lives.”
I groaned.
That’s when Dad joined the party.
“You arrested Pepper?” Dad asked first thing.
I closed my eyes. “It was my job. This is all Quaid’s fault for begging me to work today, anyway. This should’ve been someone else’s shift.”
“Uh-oh.”
I looked over to see Auden placing his phone to his ears.
He winced and pulled away, then said, “Hang on.”
He handed me the phone, and I took it with the upmost reluctance.
“Hello?” I answered shortly.
“Tell me you did not arrest my employee,” my sister-in-law and twin’s wife, Maven, ordered.
I contemplated the ceiling for a few long seconds before saying, “It wasn’t like I had the choice.”
“You had the choice,” Maven countered. “You just don’t like her, so you didn’t try.”
She might have a point.
I didn’t like Pepper Solomon.
At least, that was what I kept telling myself.
The lines were definitely blurring, though.
I’m sick and tired of y’all buying the homes I saved on Zillow.
—Pepper’s secret thoughts
ATLAS
On the off chance that she was back at the hotel room where she lived, I ran by there, and knocked.
Pepper yanked open the door without looking.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I…” I started but stopped.
I didn’t know why I was here.
Well, that was a lie.
She’d been all I could think about for the last few hours.
I’d gone to bail her out, even, but had found out from the booking officer that she’d been in jail for all of fifteen minutes before four women had come to bail her out—the wives of the men she’d walked in on today.
“Don’t just stand there. You’re letting all the stale, hot hallway air in,” she grumbled, giving me her back.
I went inside and shut the door. “They let you stay?”
She grumbled something under her breath but kept walking toward the shower area.
She stripped off her clothes, throwing everything on the floor in her haste to get into the shower.
My dick instantly responded.
Sadly, I didn’t try to join her.
She was very mad at me.
I didn’t blame her, really.
I’d have been mad, too, had the situation been reversed.
“Make yourself at home,” she grumbled as she stepped into the shower.
I watched her through the clear glass, my cock so hard that it hurt.
I leaned back on the couch, placed my hands behind my head, and watched the show.
And what a good one she put on.
She shaved her underarms. Her legs. Soaped up every inch of her body.
Cleaned her pussy very, very well—so well that I decided she was putting on a show for me.
She stood under the hot water, her back arched, nipples pebbled.
And she kept bending over in such a way that I knew she was making sure I had a good view of what she didn’t want me to have.
When she got out, she looked over, and narrowed her eyes.
“When I said make yourself at home, I meant go wash the dishes.” She curled her lip up at me.
I raised a brow at her words.
“You don’t have any dishes to wash,” I grumbled darkly. “You only have dirty paper plates all over the place.”
“Same thing,” Pepper snapped.
“What crawled up your ass?” I asked, knowing good and well what crawled up her ass.