Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“Wait! Look!” Todd fumbled with his fly, dragging down his zipper, then plopped down to the sofa. “Crawl to me, girl.”
Before Matt could object, the bastard snapped again, then pointed to the floor between his feet. He held his hard cock straight in the air for Graciela’s approaching mouth as she complied, her breasts swaying as she made her way toward Pershing on her hands and knees.
He’d already seen Toddhole polish his knob in the shower. The very last thing he wanted to witness was the fucker getting off again in this innocent girl’s mouth. “Seeing her give you a blow job isn’t going to change my mind.”
“Stand there and watch or I’ll offer Graciela to Ethan to walk away. What are the odds he’ll accept?”
Too fucking high. Matt gritted his teeth. “If he wants her, I can’t stop him. But I won’t stand here and let you abuse her.” He forced the woman to her feet and tossed her dress at her again. “Put it on.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she scrambled into it, relief all over her face. Once she’d finished, she wrapped her arms around her middle in a protective pose that revealed just how afraid she was.
Todd leapt to his feet, shoved his cock in his pants, yanked up his zipper, then gave Graciela an impatient sweep of his hand. “Wait outside the door.”
Clearly afraid to meet his stare, she bowed her head and backed away, slipping out of the apartment and shutting the door with a quiet snick. Matt wished like hell he could save her, but he knew no one in DC, and the cops were undoubtedly in the Pershings’ back pocket. He prayed the girl escaped and never looked back.
Todd turned to him, shaking his head, eyes blazing. “What the fuck? That was perfect, once-in-a-lifetime pussy. A guy like you, without money or connections, won’t get anything that prime ever again.”
“I don’t know her. I don’t have any attachment to her.”
“So? Did you really have an attachment to any of the ninety-four women you fucked over the last three years.”
Matt was done with this discussion. “I’m not leaving Madison, period.”
“Hang on. You aren’t motivated by money or pussy, fine. Is it power you want?”
Didn’t this fucker ever give up? This ridiculous scrambling showed just how desperate the asshole was. “Nope.”
“There must be something you want? Job with the Secret Service on a presidential detail?”
“No.” He headed down the hall toward Madison.
Ethan raised a questioning brow at him. Matt just shook his head. No, don’t ask.
“Gun lobbying position?”
“No.”
“CIA job?”
“No.”
“FBI. What about special agent in charge? Any field office you want. Name it.”
“No.” Matt leaned against the wall next to Madison’s door, across from Ethan, and rolled his eyes.
“Get lost, Garrison.”
Ethan didn’t budge. “Want me to stay?”
Matt shrugged. “Your call.”
“Never can have too much backup, I always say.”
For once, he and Ethan were on the same page. He appreciated the solidarity.
Todd ignored them and kept on. “Sheriff of your hometown? The ability to make all those who looked down their noses at you for years bow and scrape? Just think. Anyone who was shitty to you or your father? You can arrest them.”
Of course that would give Todd a boner, so he’d assume that gave Matt a raging hard-on, too. “Not without cause. People have rights.”
The prick just laughed. “There you go again, thinking all those rules and shit matter. They don’t. Take my offer, and they’ll never matter again.”
“You can’t just make me sheriff. That’s an elected position.”
Todd laughed again. “Sure it is.”
Matt wanted to puke. “Let me be clear, asswipe. I don’t want your money. I don’t want your free pussy. I don’t want any job you could give me. I only want you to leave Madison and me alone after this fucking election.”
Todd’s face hardened. “She’s my wife, and I will never give her to you. You should have taken my offers, Montgomery. I’m going to make her sorry you didn’t.”
“You ready? Nervous? How are you feeling?” Matt asked two days later as he hovered over Madison behind the makeshift stage, trying to block her from curious gawkers.
This venue, a community center, made the hair on the back of his neck stand straight on end. Neither he nor Ethan had been given access to the building or its schematics in advance so they could case the joint and prepare. If they had, Matt would have objected. The place was pandemonium and way too open. During his one, much-too-brief sweep of the building, he’d found what seemed like a thousand unguarded entrances. Too many volunteers had unfettered access to the backstage area, and when he’d asked who had vetted them and what their qualifications were, he’d received a blank stare and a shrug.
Matt was wretchedly pissed.
Naturally, the senator’s security detail, a burly Russian named Ivan and his three well-trained professionals, had the senator and his wife protected and isolated, but the Pershings had sent Madison outside with a group of local teachers to collect canned food with other volunteers for underprivileged children. In the sweltering August heat. For two hours.