Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 135696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
And it was time to get busy.
Riggs had that same thought, I knew, when, not stopping kissing me, he pulled me over him to straddle his lap.
He then lifted the skirt of the little knit dress I’d put on to be more comfortable while we made dinner. After which, he dove directly in from the bottom edge of my panties and up to claim both cheeks of my behind in a grip that, if I had any mental acuity at that juncture, would make me pause to ponder if my behind was actually his.
Though, in a physical sense, I processed it, and that processing made me tremble in his hold.
The pads of his fingers dug in as I rubbed against his hard crotch.
Abruptly, his head jerked back to break the kiss.
I wasn’t thrilled he did that, or how he did.
“Baby?” I called.
“Car,” he said.
That was when I heard a car door slam, followed closely by another one.
Good Lord.
What now?
We both sat there, silent, and didn’t move an inch.
My front door was opened, the storm door closed and locked, and the back door the same, except that door wasn’t locked.
We heard the loud knock at the front storm door.
Of the same mind without a word to confirm it, we still didn’t move.
Another knock.
Riggs caught my eyes. His were beleaguered. I sensed mine were the same.
Yes, it was awesome he knew a ton of people and it all felt like family.
But this was getting ridiculous.
That feeling came out even more when we heard movement and rustling coming down the side of the house.
Riggs sighed, dropping his head to the back of the loveseat and closing his eyes as he took his hands out of my panties and pulled down my skirt, but he didn’t move me. He just rested his hands to my bottom, now over my skirt.
Thus, I was straddling him with my arms around his neck and his hands on my ass when we both turned our heads to see Lucille stop dead and cry, “Oh!”
However, she wasn’t alone.
She had a man with her who was maybe a couple of inches taller than she was (and she was around my height of five seven) who looked like someone had tried to sculpt him back together (poorly) after they’d run him through a meat grinder.
Bubbles.
My vision got blurry, my blood pressure skyrocketed, and I concentrated on not having a stroke as Riggs drawled, “Someone doesn’t answer your knock, they’re in the middle of something.”
“And workin’ hard at it, as usual, or just gettin’ hard workin’ it,” Bubbles quipped on an affable grin, like he still had the right to joke with Riggs.
My entire body turned to stone, a sensation Riggs felt too, considering his expression did the same.
Then I was up in the air and down on my ass in the loveseat, as Riggs put me there before he surged up beside me and turned their way.
“Are you shitting me?” he asked in a quiet, terrifying, low voice as I scrambled to my feet.
The man lifted a casted hand Riggs’s way, his head tipped way back from his position on the ground beside the porch, his eyes glued to Riggs.
“Now, Doc—”
“If you’re not about to affirm that you’re shitting me then get the fuck outta my sight, I got no time to hear what you have to say,” he growled as I pressed close to his back.
“Please, hear him out,” Lucille begged.
Riggs turned his attention to her. “You’re a good woman, Lucille, so it fucks me to point this out, but serious as shit, haven’t you done enough damage?”
I felt for her when she cringed and then her face fell.
But Riggs was right.
“I need to explain,” Bubbles decreed.
Riggs’s regard sliced back to him. “I don’t give a fuck what you need.”
“Doc, you gotta get where my head was at.”
That was when Riggs lost it.
Honestly?
He’d been taking so many hits lately, I was impressed it took this long.
He leaned toward Bubbles and roared, “Jesus fucking Christ! Do you not fuckin’ get I give zero fucks where your head was at!”
“It’s not like you got a bad end of that deal!” Bubbles shouted back. “You got Ledger!”
“Do not try to pretend you don’t get where you landed me back then, Bubbles. I think you want people to think you’re stupid, but I know you are not,” Riggs returned.
“I came here to explain,” Bubbles reported. “I came here to apologize. I came here to tell you that gettin’ the shit kicked out of me was a wakeup call, and I’m gonna work on not bein’ such a fuckup all the time.”
“Congratulations,” Riggs fired back. “And now you’ve done all you wanted to do, get the fuck outta here.”
This was when Bubbles lost it.
“Christ, brother, don’t you fucking get it?” he yelled. “This whole town thinks you’re the chosen son. They think more of you than even Cade Bohannan, and that guy stops killers from killing. And all I got is Lucille, Mom…and you.”