Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Where are you?” I asked.
“Just stepped outside,” he said. “Heading around the back of the building. I like the picnic table there. Fond memories.”
My cheeks grew warm. It was a nice table—hadn’t left a single splinter in my ass, even though we’d been going at it hardcore. God, I was such a slut.
“So, you never answered the question,” he said.
“What question?”
“Are you wet for me?”
I slid my hand down, under the covers and into my pants.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Christ, I’d love to be there eating you out right now. You got a real cute little clit—did you know that? If I was there, I’d start by flicking it with my tongue. Use your fingers and tell me what it feels like.”
I closed my eyes, relaxing back as I touched the little nub.
“It’s slippery,” I said, sliding from my clit down to my opening, then swiping back up again. My lower body tightened, and while it wasn’t as good as him being there, just the sound of his voice made me hot.
“You’re tight,” he told me. “I knew it’d be good, but when I first got inside, I thought I might die. You were so damned tight. Squeezing me.”
“I love the feel of it…”
“Of what?” he said. “I want all the details.”
“Your cock,” I said hesitantly, fingers moving faster as the tension started to build. “When you first—”
“Auntie Mandy?” Callie stuck her head through door. I jerked my hand out of my pants, heart racing.
“What is it, baby?” I asked, fumbling with the phone.
“I found something in the bathroom,” she replied, turning on the light. My eyes flooded from the sudden glare. I blinked as the little girl walked across the small room, holding something out to me. A baggie. “It’s one of Daddy’s secrets.”
My eyes widened and I sat up, forgetting all about Shade. Callie handed it to me, looking scared. The bag held a handful of white crystal rocks. Holy shit… Was that what I thought it was? Meth. That was meth. Had to be. I was holding a bag of Goddamn meth—a bag delivered by a five-year-old child.
“Motherfucker…” I whispered, and Callie frowned.
“That’s a Daddy word,” she told me. “Mommy says we should never say it.”
I raised my eyes from the bag to look at her, feeling sick. “You said this was Daddy’s secret. Does that mean Mommy doesn’t know about it?”
Callie squirmed and looked away. “I’m not supposed to tell, but Daddy said that if I ever found more of it, I needed to give it to him right away. Not Mommy. You know, so the twins don’t try to eat it again. But he’s not here and I’m worried. He said it could kill them.”
Taking a deep breath, I set the bag carefully on the side table. That was when I realized the phone was still on. I reached for it and hung up on Shade. Hopefully he hadn’t heard anything, but if he had, I’d deal with it later. Right now I needed to focus on Callie.
“It’s good that you told someone,” I said slowly. “You said that you’re supposed to tell him if you find more so the twins don’t try to eat it again. Does that mean they’ve tried to eat it before, baby?”
Callie’s eyes started to water and she looked away.
Fuck. This was real. This was really happening. Fucking fuck fuck!
“It’s okay to talk to me,” I said, catching her little hand. It was cold, with just a hint of a tremor. The poor kid was terrified. “This is important, Callie. Talking about it is the right thing to do. You know how there are good secrets and bad secrets?”
“Yes, like people touching my privates,” she whispered. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her up and onto my lap.
“This is one of those bad secrets, baby girl. Even if Daddy said not to talk about it, he was wrong. You need to tell me everything, so we can be sure you and your sisters are safe. When have you seen something like this before?”
“Sometimes Daddy and his friends…” she whispered. “When Mommy’s at work, sometimes they had stuff like this. And one time I found the twins playing with some. They thought it was candy but I yelled at them and they stopped. Daddy ran in and took it away from them. He said not to tell Mommy, that it was important because we’d all get in really big trouble.”
That motherfucking asshole.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I knew Randy was scum, but leaving meth where his babies could eat it? What the fuck? And how the hell had Hannah let things get this far?
“And did you ever share the secret with Mommy?” I asked her, wondering what I’d do if she said yes. If my sister had knowingly allowed this to continue… No. She wouldn’t. Not Hannah. She’d slit his throat before she let him put the girls in this kind of danger. I had to believe that.