Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
He smirks. “My boyfriend coming along to keep me safe?”
“You’ve worked so hard to protect me; it’s time I return the favor.”
Despite being playful about it, I’m dead serious. I’m not letting my boyfriend meet some online rando who might be more of a psycho than Jason Kilbourne’s killer.
Zane’s smirk expands into a grin, and he leans over the side of the tub. “I think that sweet comment deserves a kiss.”
I lean toward him, and he takes my lips. He jerks away briefly, setting his phone on top of the toilet before seizing my lips once again.
I feel him pushing forward as he takes steps toward me. “Zane, what the hell?” I ask as he steps into the shower with me, water racing down his body, soaking his sweatpants. But he doesn’t stop kissing.
I welcome the fresh taste of Listerine on his tongue as his hands probe my body, gravitating to my ass.
It’s clear this news has cheered him up. And I’m happy to see him so frisky, but I’m worried too. This Dman guy might not have any answers for Zane, and it’s entirely possible that after we chat with him, Zane will be just as sad as he was this morning.
But I accept it’s not something I can control; the best I can do is take advantage of this moment with him.
He urges me to spin around and pushes me up against the wall. In no time, his cock is sliding between my ass cheeks. As he nibbles and bites at my shoulder blades, I enjoy the way he humps my ass with his fat cock.
“I want to fuck you right now,” he says. “Can I fuck you, Leif?”
“At this point, I’ll be pissed if you get out of this shower without fucking me.”
He snickers as he grabs a bottle of lube off the caddy, which we’ve used for a few fucks since we started messing around at his place.
*
After we fuck around, Zane coordinates with Dman.
“He wants to meet at Caribou Coffee by campus,” he tells me as I’m throwing some clothes on.
“That works. And it gives us time to swing Kyra by the animal rescue clinic.”
Zane fucking beams before throwing his phone on the mattress. He tackles me with another kiss again. He’s so fucking frisky all the way to the clinic, probably even having a hard time keeping his hands to himself when we’re with the vet.
“She looks healthy,” Dr. Minh says, “so you’ve done an excellent job caring for her.”
She has Kyra in a towel as she moves one wing about carefully, then the other. “She has good range of motion, but there could be a soft-tissue injury from the initial attack. Or it could have hurt for a while, and now she’s nervous about moving it and feeling the same pain. But I’ll run an X-ray to see if we’re missing something. It won’t detect soft-tissue damage, but it’ll let me know if there’s anything mechanical that’s gone wrong.”
“Thank you.”
“Maybe she needs some more time. If you broke your leg, you might be done for a bit and be reluctant to move around on it, even after it’s better. I personally don’t believe in rushing these things. Nature has a way of doing everything it needs to on its own time.”
“I get that.”
“But you’ve done an incredible job. Maybe hold on to her for a few more weeks. If she’s still not showing any interest in flying, bring her back in for another checkup.”
Dr. Minh heads off to do the X-ray, leaving Zane and me in the examination room. I take a seat in a chair along the wall.
“You feel better?” Zane asks.
“What?”
“About Kyra? I can tell it’s been stressing you out that she hasn’t taken off yet.”
“I guess I’m impatient.”
“Well, you heard what the doc said. She just needs some time.” He rests his hand on my shoulder, rubbing with his thumb. “I think you of all people would know what that’s like.”
I know what he’s getting at. Maybe it’s one of the reasons I’ve taken to Kyra. Because we have that in common—still wounded in our own ways. Seem fine, but not quite ready to throw ourselves into the real world.
He plops down in the chair beside mine.
“Thank you for coming with me.”
“Of course. If you’d told me you wanted me to come sooner, you know I would’ve been here. That’s what boyfriends are for.”
He leans close and offers a kiss. I accept it, but I’m tense, on edge, and he must notice because when he pulls away, he says, “What’s wrong?”
We haven’t been together long enough for him to read me this well.
“Just nervous about meeting Dman.”
“You don’t have to come.”
“That’s not what I meant. We don’t know who this guy is. Have you considered that he could be connected to all this and trying to see if anyone was suspicious?”