Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Nothing’s changed how I feel about Evangeline Triton.
If anything, after all this, I fucking hate her more than ever. I intend to keep her cancer out of my life unless there’s ever proof she’s changed her colors.
Still, I can’t let his payoff send her to an early grave.
She doesn’t deserve that. And neither does Bruce after the other damage she’s done, tainting him with more dreary fucking guilt he’ll carry for life.
“Right.” He nods slowly as it sinks in. “I’ll consult with my attorney and see what I can do.”
“If you need a statement backing you up to get her into treatment, you know where to find me.”
With another smile, he’s gone, leaving me counting down the seconds until I’m truly home.
* * *
“Chris? Chris! Oh my God!”
Delia runs toward me the second she sees me standing, damn near bowling me over when we collide.
I hold her against my chest, fingers tangled in her hair, nose against her forehead just breathing her in.
Filling my lungs with her sweetness, her scent, that magic I thought I’d lost forever.
When she finally moves back, she gets a good look at me. The tears well up fast and furious in her eyes.
“Holy crap. I heard they hurt you, but seeing it...”
I snort. “Yeah, yeah. I know I’m a sight for sore-ass eyes—and I’m the reason they’re sore. Why don’t you rub it in, princess?”
She blushes adorably. “I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Don’t worry. Another month taking it easy with a few square meals every day, and they tell me I should make a full recovery. Sorry you’re stuck with this grizzled, ugly asshead with an eggplant face for the next month.”
She bursts out laughing.
Or is it crying?
Hell, it’s both as she throws herself at me like a little cannonball, tumbling back onto my bed and apologizing when she realizes how bruised I am.
My legs still hurt like hell from moving this much after what they did, so I sit down next to her.
I really am a mess. Deficient in God knows how many vitamins, still lacking fluids, and exhausted as hell.
Damn if any of that stops me from pulling her onto my lap once we’re both on the bed.
My hands wrap around her greedily. I pull her into me with a raw hunger I’ve had building ever since I was saved from hell.
She’s still sobbing, shaking as my tongue finds hers, pumping in and out of her mouth.
I’ve missed this so goddamn bad.
I’ve missed believing this is real, but now that I’m tasting her, there’s no doubt whatsoever and it makes me smile like a fool mid-kiss.
“How the hell do you do it?” I growl when I finally break for air. “You taste even better than I remember, babe. Are you trying to make me rip your clothes off and fuck you right here? The hospital thing seems pretty kinky even for you.”
Laughing, she wipes her face with her sleeve.
“I’m liking this schoolgirl fall look too,” I whisper. My hand finds her bare thigh under the skirt and skims up it. “Goddamn, woman. If I weren’t this fucked up, I promise you I would mount you until they call security to haul me off in handcuffs.”
She rears back and slaps at my hand playfully, not really batting it away.
“Jerk. I guess they’re right about you recovering. I see all that crap you went through hasn’t changed you one bit. I was worried about that...”
“You joking? It takes more than a few dumb beatings to break this dick. Especially when it’s up close and personal with you.”
I can’t resist, I’m too ravenous.
I pull her in for another long, frenzied round of kissing.
Lifting her up higher, I press her tits to my chest, hands on her ass while I spin her around.
My cock throbs lightning.
Her skin on mine is like this crazy exotic drug. And I’m so hopelessly addicted that I hope when the perfect moment comes, she’ll say yes to being my high.
I hope she’ll say yes to the rest of our lives.
My heart roars like a jet engine, pure adrenaline rushing through my blood. I devour her over and over and it’s still not enough, even when it’s the only thing that stops me from taking her on this rickety damn hospital bed.
Getting yelled at by a few nurses and a possible misdemeanor for indecent exposure can’t possibly be worse than what I’ve been through.
But I can’t get Delia into that kind of trouble.
I also know when I should simmer down and rest—and dislocating a vertebra or some stupid shit from railing her soul out will only delay actually having her when I’m whole again.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here and go for a walk. There’s a decent park area outside.” I take her hand and we walk, slowly heading down the elevator.
I never let go of her for a single second.