Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Saul’s eyes went molten as he leaned back against the seat, his body tense with anticipation.
I leaned across the car, making short work of freeing him from his pants, then sucking him into my mouth.
The deep groan that escaped him had my sex clenching hard as I took him deep.
Saul’s hand slipped to the back of my neck, not pressing, just holding onto me as I started to move up and down his length.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as I moved on him faster and faster, my lips twisting around his length, my tongue teasing across his head as I went.
Saul’s breathing got fast and shallow. His fingers crushed the back of my neck. His hips rocked as he got closer and closer.
“Fuck, I’m—” he started to warn.
I moaned around his cock, and the vibration sent him over the edge.
He came with a strangled groan, his taste flooding my mouth, dragging another little moan out of me as I swallowed his release down.
I took every last drop, then rested my head on his thigh to catch my breath.
Saul’s hand settled on the back of my head as we both found our breath.
His hand slid to my ponytail, wrapping it around his fist and gently pulling until I lifted up, until I was face to face with him.
Then he kissed me hard and long until I swore I felt it in my bones, in my soul.
Only then did he pull away.
“Ready to go save a dog?” he asked, eyes soft.
I was ready to turn around, go back to my house, and lose the next twelve hours in bed with him.
“Yep.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Este
“Yes, Irina?” I asked when I heard her heels click-clack all the way down the hall until they stopped right behind me.
“Konstantin and Mikhail are having a private meeting. We are closing early. You can stay until you are finished, then you can leave.”
“Understood.”
It had been dead all night anyway. There was a lot of tension in town, the cops and corrections officers all strangely missing when they were almost always hanging out.
It was probably time to pick up my phone and see if there was something going on in the world. I didn’t have any cable or internet at home. I didn’t have anything that didn’t come included in my rent, actually. I didn’t want my name on more documents than absolutely necessary. And my phone was a burner where I had to be careful about burning through my data. Especially since I spent so much time building my design boards.
It meant I was somewhat cut off from anything that wasn’t directly in front of me.
It was honestly kind of nice.
But it seemed like I was the only person in town not weirdly tense.
Well, that wasn’t fair. Saul seemed pretty calm too. That said, Saul was laid-back about everything. And he seemed the kind not to be chronically online. Maybe he was as out of the loop as I was.
Not that I really had a lot to judge that on.
I’d only seen him on the trip to pick up Steve. And, sure, the ride up to the shelter had involved some fun. But the actual shelter itself had been heavy and sad. The ride back had been hilariously awkward, with Steve trying to keep wedging himself between us, taking turns panting and doing an adorable dog smile. It was such a change from the withdrawn, depressed dog in the cage at the shelter that it was all we could talk about on the way back to town.
Once we finally got to Shady Valley, I’d asked Saul to drop me off because I was worried about Trix (who did not like that I smelled like another dog). After that, I hadn’t seen him.
Fine.
It had only been three days.
And this time, we’d both been, you know, mutually satisfied. But still, I’d been kind of hoping to see him walking down the street or stepping into the pool hall. Hell, even showing up uninvited at my door.
He’d have been a really welcome distraction. Trix and I were miserable with the new neighbor. Who hadn’t come to the door to take the homemade brownies but returned the empty plate the next day. That wasn’t the problem, though. I was actually fine with not having to engage in endless small talk with the person who lived next door.
But whoever it was, they were loud day and night.
I mean, sure, I’d been doing a ton of renovations too, but I made sure to only do quiet stuff—painting, decorating, sealing the tile floors—at night.
Not the new neighbor.
Oh, no.
They were hammering, nailing, sanding, and sawing at all hours of the day and night.
Which, in turn, made me turn my music on louder so Trix and I could try to get some sleep. And that made me feel like an asshole.