Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 108988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
I began walking us out of there.
“Creight.” She tried to look where we were going.
I recaptured her lips. “No. Stay here. I want your mouth.”
As I came down the hallway, two of my men were waiting. Both straightened at seeing me. I said to them, “Home.” They jumped to comply. I used one eye to keep track of our movements, and as I fell in line behind them, I saw Levi looking my way from where he stood with Blake’s people. He’d been leaning against the side of their booth, but flashed me a grin and folded into the booth. He was reaching for Palma as we turned another corner.
My men turned down a side hallway. They were going to take us out through the alley door. Lassiter was exiting a closet door as we went past, a hand going through his hair to fall back to his side. He jerked at seeing us, then relaxed and lifted his chin to me. It was a signal that he’d gotten what I’d asked him to get for me. Right before we stepped outside, he waved his phone to me.
I pulled my mouth away from Blake enough to give him a nod back.
“What?” Blake had given into the pleasure between us, and I saw now that it had woven a spell over her. She let it. I was loath for her to clear it away and gently tugged her back to me. I nipped at the corner of her mouth. “It’s nothing. Come back here.”
A shiver trailed down her spine. She sank back into my hold.
Climbing into the waiting SUV, I growled at my men in the front. “Privacy divider. Now.”
A buzzing sound came next, and fucking finally.
Blake kneeled on the seat, lifting up as I made quick work opening my jeans. We both pushed our clothes aside long enough for me to find a condom and put it on. She sank down over me, and I let out a hissing sound because this was perfection.
She was perfection.
Chapter Forty-One
Blake
Creighton was gone when I woke up. Not that I was surprised. I was wrung out, in the best way. There’d been talking, but honestly, not much of it. His phone went off around five in the morning, and I barely stirred. Since it was the weekend and since I hadn’t gotten to sleep till late, I decided to sleep in.
When I stirred, I grimaced at seeing the time. It was past ten in the morning. That wasn’t normal for me. But the house was quiet. Everyone else must’ve gotten back—I didn’t know. I never heard them come home. They must’ve passed out or were still sleeping?
Padding downstairs, I fought back a yawn and went to get some coffee.
There was no coffee in the pot.
Marshall always made the coffee. First thing in the morning, he dumped out the old and brewed a new pot. He was a coffee snob in that way. Huh. I made a pot and waited long enough to fill a cup before I went back upstairs.
I felt a bit silly, but a part of me didn’t want to shower. I needed to. I smelled like sex, only doing the minimal washing that was necessary after the last round. I smelled like Creighton. I liked smelling like Creighton.
I was loath to wash his scent off of me, but he’d left me a new sweatshirt, so after showering, I pulled on some leggings, a tank, and his newest sweatshirt. It smelled all of him.
I ran through what I needed to do today.
I had a paper due next week. There were a couple quizzes coming up. I needed to figure out what I was going to do for money. Time was even more precious with my added hours at the foster center, but I needed to get another job. I had a nest egg that I could rely on. I’d been able to build that up slowly through high school, summers, and the rest of college, but the move to New York had depleted a lot of that nest egg. It was only there because of Creighton’s help, to be honest. He always made sure I had what I needed for food, school supplies, and some extra spending money. I tried refusing a couple times, but he’d show up, stock my room with whatever I needed anyways, and stalk out. After I left Miss Marcie’s house, Creighton started to make sure the other foster homes were too scared of him to be anything other than polite to me. There’d been a patch of time before he started doing that, though.
Eventually, the last of my foster homes allowed me to do what I wanted.
New York was the first time I let myself think I could maybe have something normal. I was to the point now where did I dare let myself believe I could have both? Creighton and friends?