Total pages in book: 217
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
Coming.
Coming.
Coming.
I swallow, my body jerks, and it rushes through me without mercy, forcing me to grab on to Danny’s shoulder. I look down just as he twitches, murmurs, and the head of his dick swells and surges, shooting his cum all over my stomach as he gasps for breath and grabs the side of the tub, the water splashing. “Shit,” he hisses, pushing deeper into me and stilling, letting me wrap every internal muscle around his thick fingers and cling on. I circle my hand across my stomach and spread him all over me, clawing my nails into his bicep, unable to keep my eyes off his beautiful cock still erupting, his essence now hitting my arm. I reach for his hand and slowly pull his fingers free from inside me and lower my ass to my heels, taking a few breaths.
He looks otherworldly there before me recovering from his high, his wet hair falling into his eyes, his body jacked, every muscle pulsing. “Okay?” I ask, splashing water onto my tummy to wash it. Danny says nothing. He sucks his fingers clean, kisses my cheek, and stands, looking like Poseidon rising from the sea. He steps out, takes a towel and dries. “What are you doing today?” I ask.
Danny looks at me as he leaves, which basically tells me if he speaks, it will be a lie, so he won’t speak, and then he can’t be accused of lying. “I love you,” he calls back, putting a small smile on my face, even though I have just served as his in-house whore. A stress reliever. But he would never kiss an in-house whore like that. Neither would he tell them he loves them. And they most certainly wouldn’t be carrying his child.
“Have a good day, dear,” I say quietly, getting out and drying off, at the same time praying for Beau’s safe return and an end to this never-ending nightmare.
I should know by now that God doesn’t hear sinners’ prayers.
I throw on my Union Jack sweater and some stretchy pants before heading downstairs to see what the mood is like in the camp. I know it’ll be low, but how low? I find Daniel at the island shoveling Lucky Charms into his mouth while Pearl and Anya look on, astonished, eating their muffins with a little more grace. “Morning,” I say, joining them and pouring some juice.
“Any news on Beau?” Anya asks.
Daniel’s spoon hits his bowl with a loud clang, and Esther stops wiping the countertop behind me. “What’s wrong with Beau?” he asks, looking at me for an answer. “Did she get shot again?”
Anya’s hand goes straight over her mouth, her apologies spilling through her fingers. “I’m so sorry.”
I can’t be upset with her. I offer Anya a small, reassuring smile before turning to Daniel. “Beau’s fine.” I think. “She’s got her cop head on, is all.”
“Once a cop, always a cop,” he sings, returning to his breakfast, and I laugh lightly.
“Where did you hear that?”
“Beau. No, wait, it was James. Hold up, no, it was Mister.” He frowns. “Or did I see it on CSI?”
“You shouldn’t be watching CSI,” Esther says from across the kitchen.
No, because there’s enough criminal activity happening around here to keep his curious mind busy. God damn it. How I wish he could go to a regular school and be a regular kid while he’s there. He needs friends.
“Hey, Grandma, does Mister know yet that you and Otto are in love?”
I press my lips together and peek at Esther, who’s face is beetroot red. “What are you talking about?”
“Does this mean he’ll be my grandpa?”
“No, it doesn’t.” Otto appears at the door, and Daniel laughs, shoving his spoon in his mouth, milk dribbling down his chin. I will him to keep quiet.
“You’re alive,” Daniel quips. “That means Mister doesn’t know.”
“Know what?” Danny appears at the door, and I virtually hear Esther’s despair in the form of clanging pots and dishes as her fussing ramps up a few levels.
Daniel shrinks into his chair and gets back to his Lucky Charms. It’s a wise move. Those Lucky Charms aren’t lucky enough to save him from Danny’s wrath if he doesn’t pipe down.
“Nothing.” I assess my husband, every towering inch of him. He’s suited. Dressed to kill. “Coffee?” I ask, but Esther’s already taken care of it, pouring one from the jug and sliding it on the counter for him. Then she gives one to Otto. It’s a tactical move, and Otto doesn’t appreciate it, his eyes annoyed slits on Danny while he sips, and Danny knows it, which is undoubtedly why he showers Esther with affection, putting an arm around her while he drinks his coffee.
“Hadn’t you ought to be getting to the boatyard?” he asks Otto. I mentally put my head in my hands as Anya and Pearl ping-pong looks between them, each with a cup at their lips, trying to look absorbed in their drinks. Daniel’s our saving grace here. But then the sound of ceramic scraping across the marble counter pierces the air and he’s up and gone, declaring he wants to get his assignment done and submitted before he goes out on the water.