Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
It hit the wall with a soft plop and fell harmlessly to the floor.
My eyes returned to the bed where Ruthie was now watching me sleepily.
She was propped up on one elbow lying sideways in the bed. She had her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head, and her eyes were heavy with sleep.
She’d been outside with the rest of us until the rest of The Dixie Wardens had filed out of the house.
Once it was just Cormac, Garrison and I left, she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, waved at the boys, and went to bed without a backward glance, giving us the privacy that she thought we wanted.
Something I would’ve liked her to do while Silas was here telling me what he’d found out about the fire.
I didn’t like that she had to hear about two of her neighbors plotting to set her house on fire.
Didn’t like that she’d become so quiet throughout the explanation that I’d been worried that she’d start crying.
I think what helped, though, was the way that my brothers, club and foster alike, had rallied around her in support.
They now knew what she meant to me after my declaration to Silas, just before I went to find Ruthie.
They knew she was my old lady.
Something I had to ask Ruthie soon, because I wanted her to have my name by the time I was deployed for my next mission.
Which could be any day, so I hoped she was amenable.
Plus, having my name would give her some extra protection while I was away.
“I can’t believe those two old men plotted in a coffee shop, of all places, about burning my house down. I guess I was lucky that they called the fire department right after they did it,” she said as she watched me undress.
No, I guess I couldn’t have asked for more…’ya know, if they were going to burn down a house. It was the least they could do.
I yanked my belt off a little more roughly than I’d intended, and the ends swung and knocked into the wall at my side with the force.
“If you need an outlet for all of that aggression, I’ve got just the thing for you,” she said huskily.
I lifted an eyebrow at her. “You do, do you? And what would that be?”
As she watched, I slowly worked the zipper of my pants down before pushing the jeans from my hips.
My boxer briefs were the only thing left, and they were doing a terrible job at containing my erection.
The window of fabric that allowed you to whip your dick out, instead of taking your boxers all the way off, was now revealing my cock, and I decided it was time for some new underwear as I walked to the bed.
Her eyes flared as she watched me stalk towards her, and I smiled.
It was purely a predatory smile, one that was meant to throw her off balance.
But my girl wasn’t a fluster kind of girl.
She was a take the bull by the horns, kind of girl.
Or, in this instance, the SEAL by the cock.
“You know, you left without saying a word, and it upset me,” she said, working her hand into my boxers.
I blinked.
“I told you I had to go, why would it upset you?” I asked, completely dumfounded that she thought I left without ‘saying a word.’
“You didn’t say goodbye. Didn’t say anything the entire night before you left. You didn’t make love to me. Didn’t say I love you. Didn’t even stop me from leaving before you had to leave. Then you didn’t call for days,” she said, squeezing tightly.
My brain started to short circuit, but I closed my eyes to try to regain some semblance of control.
“I didn’t fuck you because, when I got home, you were already asleep. And I thought it’d be kind of rude to wake you up and fuck you when I’d done you all night the night before…which was why I assumed you were sleeping so early. I didn’t say goodbye to you because you were all of a sudden gone, and your cell phone was on the table,” I said. “And once I got on base, our cell phones go out of range and I can’t get anything in or out until I leave, which I told you.”
“You did no such thing,” she growled.
“What’s really your problem?” I asked, pulling gently on her hair to make her look up at me.
“I don’t like being ignored. I don’t like that you let me leave. I don’t like that you didn’t say I love you again when that’s all I wanted to hear. And I don’t like being left out of your thoughts, even though I understood exactly where your mind was at,” she whispered.
My eyes softened as I looked down at her, cupping her cheek with one large, scarred hand.
“I do love you. I told you in a note I left for you next to the coffee pot. Didn’t you see it?”
She shook her head.
“Well, we can’t really look for it now, can we?” I asked, studying her face.
When she shook her head, I let her go and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.
“I’ve never had anyone to share my problems with before,” I told her honestly, staring into those gray eyes that had come to mean so much to me. “But I’ll try to let you in. I won’t shut you out anymore...okay?”
Then she cupped my balls, and I lost all desire to think.
“What are you doing?” I asked, nearly choking as she bent down and sucked the very tip of my cock into her wet mouth.
And my desire to let her have control of me flew out the window along with all propriety on how a woman should be treated.
“Turn onto your back and let your head dangle over the edge,” I ordered gruffly, looking down at the top of her head as she bobbed on my cock.
She looked up, smiled with her eyes, and slowly let my cock fall from her suctioning mouth with a soft pop before she shucked her clothes.