Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I touch her cheek. “Hey. Neither of us expected this to happen. We met before—”
“I know. I know. But now I’ve dragged you into my mess.”
“And I’ve dragged you into mine.”
“What’s yours?”
“I’m an ex-con, Vannah. Or did you forget for a minute?”
“I know that. You also say you’re innocent, so what’s the mess?”
So much I wish I could spill. It’s been difficult keeping it inside for so long, but Hawk, Eagle, and I swore an oath to each other as brothers.
I won’t break it.
“I made a lot of enemies on the inside. When those two assholes came here, I figured they were coming for me.”
“Honestly, I thought so too,” she says. “I should have known the organization wouldn’t give up one of its own.”
“You never worked for them.”
“Never intentionally, anyway. But you know as well as I do that I did what I was told on the few occasions they requested my services.”
“But this is a rival organization who’s after you.”
“It’s all the same thing. The way my family and the McAllisters see it, I’m an asset. There’s to do with what they please. I don’t know for sure it’s the McAllisters. My father and grandfather will check things out.”
“All right. We’ll do what we must to keep you safe. You hear me? No one’s taking you on my watch.”
She melts against my chest, kissing one of my nipples.
And I’m hard again.
This woman affects me like no other has. Granted, I was a mere twenty-two when I went away, but I’d had a decent amount of experience with the ladies. I knew my way around a pussy.
I lift her, taking care not to drop her slick body, push her against the warm shower wall, and shove my cock up into her.
She moans, closing her eyes, and I don’t tell her to open them. She needs an escape, and I aim to give it to her. Another quick fuck, this one in the steam.
I thrust, thrust, thrust, and she gasps out breaths until—
“God, yes, Falcon!” She clamps around my cock.
I continue fucking her, harder and faster, until I join her in release.
She slides down the shower wall until her feet touch the floor. I’m tempted to wash her, stay with her, but she grabs the shower pouf and starts scrubbing herself.
Best for me to leave.
I have a phone call to make anyway.
“Vannah,” I say, after I’ve toweled off. “I’m going to the pool house. If you need anything, that’s where I’ll be.”
“No!” She opens the shower door.
“Okay, okay.”
“Don’t leave me. Please.”
“I won’t. I’ll stay here. I was going to take some weapons out to the pool house and get them secured, but I’ll wait until you’re done.”
“Thanks. I’ll go with you.”
“You know how to shoot a pistol, Vannah?”
“Are you kidding me? You don’t grow up in my family and not learn how to handle a weapon. I can shoot a nine millimeter and a twenty-two. I’m pretty good with a shotgun too.”
“Good.”
One less thing I have to worry about. “You have a piece?”
“At my place. It’s in a safe under my bed.”
“All right. We’ll need to get it. You need to keep it on you.”
She sighs. “I moved here to get away from all this.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you can’t outrun your past. I wish you could, but you can’t.”
She finishes in the shower, steps out, and I wrap a dry towel around her dripping body. She takes another and squeezes the water out of her hair.
“I wish I had some clean clothes.”
“We’re going to your place tomorrow. We’ll get you some. Then I think it’s best if you stay here with me.”
She nods and then slams her hand against her mouth. “Oh God…”
“What?”
“I just thought of something.” Her voice shakes. “I bet they looked at my place first.”
Fuck.
She’s right.
“We need to go,” I say. “Now.”
12
SAVANNAH
Darkness has completely fallen by the time we get to my place.
It’s trashed.
My heart drops as I take what’s left of my beautiful living room.
It’s a disheveled nightmare.
The couch and chairs are overturned, cushions ripped open, and my magazines and candles strewn across the floor. The TV screen has been smashed, and it leaves a trail of broken glass and electronic pieces I don’t recognize. My bookshelves are empty, their contents scattered and torn apart. Pages and pages of my beloved classics…ruined.
Robotically, I walk past the travesty and into the kitchen.
Cabinets are flung open, and canned goods have been flung at the walls, leaving dents. My dishes are smashed, leaving porcelain fragments on the tile floor. The refrigerator door hangs ajar, but since I still haven’t been grocery shopping, nothing but a quart of milk was inside. The milk has been poured over the floor.
Falcon says nothing. Simply rubs my back, but nothing will ease the tension between my shoulders.
“Do I dare look in my bedroom?” I ask.
“Up to you.”