Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Not that easy,” I reminded him, bitterness coating my words. He knew how much I hated people taking care of me. I tolerated it from John because he was my brother and had always sort of been my caregiver growing up.
Jonah and Blaze though? They were unfamiliar territory.
He brushed his hands down my naked sides. “Stop thinking and just be, baby girl.”
2
Montana
“Well, you look well-fucked,” Blaze commented when he walked into Jonah’s apartment.
I scowled at him. He leaned down and kissed me, not at all bothered by my sour attitude, before looking at Jonah, who was coming out of the bathroom. I looked between them. “Did you two exchange keys or some shit?” I asked.
Blaze looked down at me as I stood up. “Or some shit,” he said. I rolled my eyes. I could never get a straight fucking answer out of him. He gripped my chin. “Cool the attitude, sweetheart. You know how I am about those fucking eye rolls of yours.”
I did it again just to spite him, and he smacked my ass—hard. I squeaked, glaring at him, reaching behind me to rub my now sore cheek. “What the fuck, Blaze?”
“Don’t try to call my bluff, Montana,” he said. He nodded once at Jonah. “We’re out.”
Jonah grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me. “Don’t forget your pain medicine. And try to be good, yeah? I know you can be sweet.”
I scoffed. “Not with him,” I said at the same time Blaze said, “Not her style.”
I almost rolled my fucking eyes again, but my ass was still throbbing as a reminder of what Blaze would do if I did.
Blaze’s apartment was fucking huge. He had the entire top floor to himself, and it was tastefully decorated. Really couldn’t have been more obvious that he’d hired a decorator. Everything was too neat, too perfect.
“This place is as bland as your personality,” I muttered when we stepped in.
Blaze turned his head to look at me. “Want to repeat that, sweetheart?”
I arched a brow at him. “I said, this place is as bland as your personality,” I repeated. I didn’t know why I was being so bitchy, but I was. I felt confused and twisted, and I didn’t know how to deal with it. I’d thought I would be spending the night with Jonah, only for him to pass me off to Blaze. At this rate, I just wanted to fucking go home to John’s.
Blaze gripped my hair in his hand and spun me around to face the wall. He pressed his body against mine, pinning me there. My scalp stung from his grip, but I welcomed the pain. It calmed me, centered me, grounded me.
“I’m trying to keep my cool with you, Montana, but if you keep pressing my fucking buttons, I’m going to color your pretty fucking ass red.”
“No, you won’t,” I challenged. Fuck, I knew I was poking a beast, but I couldn’t stop. I was a fucking train wreck, and I wanted him to put me back together again in the way only Blaze could. I didn’t even understand what was wrong with me.
I squeaked when he spun me around to face the couch before bending me over the arm of it. I fought against him, my body silently screaming in pain, but he wasn’t even fazed. He just yanked my sweats down my legs. My panties went next, and then, his bare palm smacked over my ass. Tears sprang to my eyes. I clenched the couch cushions in my hands, but all that shit in my head went silent as his palm smacked down over and over again. He never said a word—just silently punished me while helping me.
I was fucked ten ways to Sunday, and it was like this man was the only person who understood it.
“Okay,” I choked out once I’d had enough. “Okay.”
He pulled me up and tugged me into his arms. I sniffled, wrapping my arms around him. “You good now?” he asked me.
He got me. Somehow, he just fucking got me, and that made me cry harder.
Without a word, he swept me up into his arms and carried me across the apartment before shoving open a door. He laid me out on a huge bed, but I wasn’t without him for long. He moved over me, his lips meeting mine in a hot, aggressive as fuck kiss. Our mouths fused together as he peeled my clothes off of me.
“Please,” I whimpered, clutching at him when he moved off me.
“Patience, sweetheart,” he said, grabbing my hand and pressing a kiss to my palm. My heart clenched in my chest. It was a tender move, not something I usually saw from Blaze, and it did my fucking heart in.
I gasped when he shoved my knees apart and buried his face between my thighs. I cried out, arching my back off the bed. I fisted his dark hair in my hands, but he quickly grabbed them and pinned them to the bed, his arms somehow also hooked around my thighs.