Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I shake my head in amazement. I still can’t believe that he did that for me. The man had every right to hate me. I took his mobility, and he walked with a limp for the rest of his life. But he wouldn’t let me throw mine away. He was the only person who gave a damn about me.
“Where is he now? Are you still in touch with him?”
The familiar swell of grief hits me in the chest. “He passed away about two years after I got in. Up until then, he regularly sent me care packages. He made me feel like…I could be more than the cruel bastard I was.”
“He changed your life.” She smiles at me. “If you had been in prison, your life would’ve taken a different trajectory. We never would have met. Kind of crazy to think I owe so much to a man I’ll never even know.”
I think about how I’ll never get to introduce him to Gwen or our children. I think about how he’ll never get to see me put a ring on her finger. He changed my life forever. Because of him, I’m going to have a family one day.
12
BLADE
“See? That’s so much better,” I say to the formerly mangy mutt. He shakes himself off again, throwing water droplets on me. But I just laugh it off. After I came home with Gwen to find him skulking around the deck again, I decided enough was enough. The poor guy had matted fur, and there were all sorts of things stuck in it.
I gave him a clipping, as best I could without the right tools. Then I hosed him off and washed him with soap. He peppers me with doggy kisses in thanks, and I can’t help laughing at his antics.
I toss a ball with him for a few minutes, surprised how much I like the domestic scene. Gwen is on the deck with her laptop. She’s working on her latest book, and part of me wants to know what it’s about. But I’m trying to be patient and let her tell me in her own time.
Still, when I come up behind her, she’s not paying me any attention. It gives me a chance to see what’s on her screen, and I grin. My girl has a fun side, and I’m going to help her explore it. Right now.
My dick is so hard that it’s painful in anticipation of the game we’re about to play. Dropping to my knees, I press a gentle kiss to the lobe of her ear. She always has this delicious vanilla taste. I should know. I’ve spent most of our time together eating out her beautiful pussy.
She startles at my sudden nearness and pulls out her earbud. “You scared me.”
“Run.” My voice is a deep, dark growl.
She frowns at me and glances at her laptop screen. I see the moment recognition flashes across her face. She’s on her feet in an instant, eager for this new adventure of ours. Then she’s running through the cool grass, her giggle floating on the breeze.
I pause long enough to close her laptop where she has a webpage open on the benefits of primal play. If my girl wants to play, then I’ll play.
My heart thunders in my chest as I chase after my curvy woman. This is what I was made for, to spend my days pursuing this woman who sets my soul on fire. I’ll do it all the days of my life, and I’ll do it with a smile on my face.
“You’ll never catch me,” she taunts.
She giggles as she darts through the grass, moving in a zig-zag pattern to avoid getting trapped by me. Well, it’s an attempt anyway. I have sheer strength and will on my side. Just as she reaches the edge of the yard, she slows. If she moves further she’ll end up in the forest.
I take advantage of her moment of hesitation, slinging my arm around her. I pull her back onto the soft grass with me. Even as we start to fall, I twist so I take the brunt of it. My girl never has to take any blows, not so long as I’m there to absorb the impact.
She tries to struggle against me, but even with one arm, I’m still stronger. It only takes a quick roll and she’s underneath me. I use my body weight to pin her down. Before I go any further, I take a second to study her. Her hair is messy and her chest heaves with every breath, pushing those delicious tits against me. But it’s her eyes. The wild, feral expression in them makes me feel like a damn king.
She understands what I’m doing—the way I’m checking in with her—and gives me the slightest nod before she sinks her teeth deep into my good shoulder.