Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Let her go,” Walker bites out, and Otto instantly releases the hold he has on my arm before I can open my mouth to say no thanks.
“I was just asking.” Otto holds up a hand as he sways on his feet.
Looking at him, I feel my face soften. He’s like an oversized kid. “You should come upstairs with us and drink some water, maybe relax for a few minutes,” I suggest quietly.
“I don’t need any water.” He looks down at Gigi, who’s started grinding on him.
“Go on up, baby. I’ll be there in a minute,” Walker orders, giving my hip a squeeze, and I glance up at him. He looks pissed, and I’m sure he’s going to have another talk with Otto, but I don’t think it’s going to do any good, not right now when he’s blitzed out of his mind.
With a nod, I take the steps up to the second level, where the captain's cabin is, along with another huge deck.
Taking a seat on one of the double lounge chairs that’s as wide as a king size bed, I lie back. Minutes later, I watch Walker’s head appear at the top of the stairs. He doesn’t come to me right away; instead, he steps into where the captain is and begins talking to him. I can’t hear what he says from where I am, but when he starts in my direction, the engine of the boat comes to life.
Lifting my hand to block the sun from my eyes, I raise a brow at Walker.
“Ham and I figured it’s time to head back before they start acting like this is the set of a porno, when we’d have to pay an extra ten grand to the captain.”
“Is he always like this?” I ask, scooting over and making room for him when he takes a seat next to me.
“Not always, but Ham said he was just as wild last night.”
“So, your talk with him didn’t help?”
“Apparently not.” He scrubs his hands down his face before lying back next to me.
“One day, he’ll grow up,” I say quietly, and he makes a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat like he doesn’t believe me, which I don’t blame him for.
“Sorry about this.”
“Why?” I curl into his side when he wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer.
“Have you not been downstairs for the last three hours?” He tips his head down to me, and I meet his gaze.
“We're on a yacht in paradise. There are worse ways to spend a day.”
“This isn’t a yacht, baby.”
Ignoring how my belly warms every time he calls me baby, I shake my head. “There are bedrooms and a kitchen. It’s a yacht, honey.”
“We’ll just have to agree to disagree until I can show you what a yacht really is.”
He won’t be doing that, but I’m not going to remind him.
“Oh my God, it’s so big!” I hear one of the women downstairs cry out in glee, and my nose scrunches.
“I hope they aren’t talking about what I think they’re talking about.”
“Who the fuck knows.” He lets out a breath, and I rest the side of my head on his chest as the boat moves through the water, not fast but at a decent speed.
“Hopefully he’s being safe if it is.” I peek up at him through my lashes. “Are those the girls you guys hung out with the night before we did?”
“No, and I wasn’t hanging out with anyone. I was waiting for you to call.”
“Liar.” I roll my eyes.
“I never lie. I’d rather hurt someone’s feelings with honesty than lie to them. The night before you called, I hung out with Otto and Ham by the pool, and when shit started to get out of hand, I went to bed. I’m too fucking old for that bullshit and what’s happening downstairs right now.”
“What about Ham?” I ask, because he hasn’t seemed the slightest bit interested in any of the women, even with all of them making it obvious he could have one or all of them.
“He’s got a brother he takes care of back home who lost all ability to do it himself because some idiot got behind the wheel of a car when they were wasted. He doesn’t want something like that on Otto’s conscience, so he tends to hover.”
“Does Otto know that?” I ask quietly. I hope not, because that says a whole lot of not-nice things about Otto if he does.
“Ham doesn’t talk about it, so I doubt it.”
“He should tell him.”
“I’ve said the same, but it’s his story to tell, not mine.”
“I guess.” I rest the side of my head against his chest and close my eyes.
“You leave tomorrow,” he says quietly, smoothing his fingers up and down my hip, and darn if I don’t feel a weight land in the center of my chest. “We need to talk about what happens after that.”