Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“I’d like that.” He glances over at me with a wolfish smile full of promises, which further proves my point about the dominance he exudes.
“I’m not sure we’re talking about food anymore.” I can feel the effect he has on me take over. I’m back in my bed, his voice rasping over my skin even though we were only connected by the telephone. My core pulses, I’m soaked without so much as a touch, and my breathing quickens, nipples tightening. The only thing I can do to hold myself together is to close my eyes. Which sadly means losing Matthew’s gaze, but if I don’t, I’m going to do something reckless. Like beg him to pull over on the side of the road, climb over the center console, and plant myself in his lap. Where things go from there will no doubt be in Matthew’s court.
“We definitely aren’t. The only thing I’m hungry for is a taste of you, kitten.” His hand slides up my thigh, and a shiver rolls through my body the closer his thick fingers move to my center. “Open your thighs for me, Letty. Let me feel you. I bet you’re wet. So close already, and I’ve barely touched you.” I do as he says, keeping my hand on top of his when he cups my pussy. He doesn’t do anything else, just holds me there. “Fuck, kitten, you’re drenched.”
“Matthew,” I sigh his name.
“That’s not what you call me when we’re alone.”
“Daddy.” I rock my hips, silently begging for more.
“Hold that thought, kitten.” His phone rings through the speakers, and the name on the screen is one I’ve recognized before. Sadly, I lose Matthew’s hand when he presses the button on the screen and immediately answers, “Hey, Jude, you’re on speakerphone.”
“Hi, Letty. Matthew. Everything good, or do you need reinforcements?” Jude dives right in.
“Hi, Jude,” I respond. The last thing I want to be is rude. I almost snort because it rhymes, Jude and rude. Luckily, I hold back my one-sided humor.
“All is good. Colt is working on her car as we speak. We’re pulling into the building now.” They talk for a few minutes. I listen with half an ear and watch as Matthew handles his big SUV with care and precision. Each floor seems to pass by in a blur, and it’s not until he parks that I realize how long it’s been since I’ve been a passenger, another one of those worries that disappear when Matthew’s around. I realize I’m falling more and more for the man beside me.
12
MATTHEW
“Man, I don’t like this at all,” Colt tells me a few hours later. We’re at his mechanic shop, Letty just settled the bill, and he kept as much as he could away from her. Lying through his teeth, doing me another solid fucking favor, the first of which was taking half the cost and billing me when Letty isn’t around. The other was what he’s talking about right now.
“Me fucking either. Now I’m going to have to convince her to stay with me.” The problem with that is, how do I keep up the ruse of her tires being riddled with screws instead of slashed? The puncture marks were on the inside of the tires, meaning some jackass probably got on his stomach or back and slid beneath her car to do the damage.
“Lie through your damn teeth. Then sic Jude on hacking into the video feed of everywhere she’s been.” Colt brings up a good point. The only problem with that is, I’ve got no fucking idea where all she’s been except for her place, my place, Ophelia’s business, and Twisted Oak. Other than that, it’ll all be up to Jude.
“You’ve got a point. Don’t like the idea of someone following her, either. It fucking sets my teeth on edge.” Now more than ever, I’m glad Jude did what I asked him to do today. Blowback may come from it, but her safety means a fuck of a lot more.
“Can’t say mine wouldn’t, either. Here are the keys. I’ll invoice you the bill later this week.” Letty is standing off to the side, biting at her thumbnail, arm beneath her breasts, elbow on top. The stress she is under is showing in every part of her being.
“Thanks, I owe you one.” We shake hands, and I pull him in for a half-hug, slapping his back.
“I think we’re even now. You never know, though. I may need an attorney in the middle of the night or a Sunday morning.” Last time Colt needed me, it was in the middle of a three-day holiday weekend, when fucking everything is closed down and getting a judge to look at what Colt needed wasn’t an easy task. I somehow managed to get it done but owed the judge a fuck of a lot, which came in the form of an expensive bottle of whisky, along with a similarly priced bottle of wine for his wife.