Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
In his arms, I feel small and delicate. I don’t want to move, but I know I need to get back to my bedroom before someone comes looking for me. It would only be a matter of time before my brother or Butcher came knocking. I turn my head to see Gilly’s eyes closed, his breathing even. I think he’s asleep, but his hold on me is tight. So much so that I’m unsure how the heck I’m gonna get free without waking him.
Slowly, I try to wiggle free. Gilly’s arms around me only tighten more. “Where do you think you’re going?” His husky voice causes goosebumps to break out along my skin. He presses a tender kiss to my neck that makes me smile. Gilly has always been known as calm, but at times, he could almost seem emotionless. I love that he’s now giving me all of him. That he’s not hiding.
“I need to pee?”
He grunts but releases his hold on me. I make my way into the bathroom and gasp when I see myself. Love bites mark my breasts. I run my finger across them. He marked me. My nipples harden, and I fight the urge to run back to his bed.
I pull myself together, finding one of his shirts to wear. How am I going to make it to the house without someone seeing me? I snag my phone from off the nightstand to check the time. Gilly’s hand comes out and grabs me around the wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“Going to sneak back into my room.”
“I’m done with this sneaking around bullshit.” He pulls me down into the bed with him. Gilly rolls, pinning me under him. His mouth claims mine in a hard, possessive kiss.
“Gilly.” I moan as my phone starts to go off. I’m sure it’s Magic and Ocean trying to make sure I’m okay. It’s not long before Gilly’s phone starts to go off. He doesn’t stop kissing me. I push on his chest. “Your phone.”
“Don’t care.”
“What if it’s my brother?” I try to look at my screen to make sure it’s actually not my brother calling me. What if he realized I’m not in the house so he called me and then Gilly when I didn’t answer?
“Don’t care,” he says again. “Why’d you get dressed?” A laugh bubbles out of me at his grumpy tone. It’s almost a pout.
“I care.” I push at his chest again. “I got myself into a mess,” I remind him.
“We’re not a mess.” He stares down at me.
“I don’t mean us.” I run my fingers through his short hair. “I mean the whole Falco thing.” Gilly’s face hardens at the mention of his name.
“Don’t say his name when we’re in bed together.”
I roll my eyes because he’s being ridiculous. “I never really wanted him.”
“Don’t care.”
“Those are your two favorite words now.”
“I care about you.” He drops his forehead to mine. I wasn’t expecting him to say that. I know it’s not an I love you, but my heart still flutters as if it is. Gilly hasn’t said those words to me, but him picking me over my brother says it all.
“Then maybe I should come clean to Antonio about Falco and then later we can tell him about this,” I suggest. I’m not sure how Antonio is going to handle the news of Gilly and me being a thing. What I do know is that the Falco situation is going to get me into a crap ton of trouble. In my defense, I had no clue when I’d blown up that warehouse that he was connected to it.
“I’m not lying about us.”
“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing? Or did you think you might actually let me go at some point?” I push.
“Fuck,” he grits, rolling off me to sit up on the side of the bed. I fight a smirk. Yeah, Gilly was never going to let another man have me. I crawl over and kiss his shoulder. He grabs me, pulling me around to straddle him.
“Please?” I say before he can try and push. His phone goes off again.
“You win.” He presses a hard kiss to my mouth. “For now.” He stands, putting me onto my feet before he walks over and grabs his phone. I check mine and let out a breath when I see it’s not my brother.
“I’ll be up in a minute,” I hear Gilly say. “Yeah.” I give him a wave as he glares at me, the phone still pressed to his ear. I know this is my chance to escape, so I do. I sneak back up toward the house.
I message the girls, letting them know I’m okay before I unarm the alarm on my window and slip back into the house. The second my feet hit the floor in my bedroom, I know I’m busted.