Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
The fuck if he was going to shield his son from his future.
Zeke held out his fist and waited.
The kid had no idea what to do. “Make a fist, my man, and bump it against mine.”
Ledger did so and then laughed, like a fist bump was the funniest shit ever.
Zeke’s heart squeezed. Then he returned the bowl of popcorn to his kid and hit play on the remote before sinking deeper into the couch.
Look at that, he handled it like a fucking pro.
One side of his mouth pulled up as he crossed his arms over his chest and sat back to listen to his kid squeal and laugh over some cartoon animals doing stupid shit.
A couple seconds after the lock turned in the front door, it opened slowly.
Zeke waited on the couch with his knees wide and his boots spread even wider in the dimly lit living room.
He expected her to be back about two fucking hours ago.
A lot of shit could’ve happened in those two hours. Even though that Glen guy probably only needed thirty seconds to do it.
Fuck that. Zeke was giving him too much fucking credit. Twenty seconds was probably more realistic.
As soon as Kyra stepped inside, her eyes swept the living room and landed on him.
She closed the door and flipped the switch to turn on the overhead light.
As soon as Zeke’s eyes adjusted, he raked them over her and her fucking outfit.
The same outfit she walked out of the house wearing earlier. It pissed him the fuck off then, it pissed him off when she came back.
His nostrils flared and his teeth clenched so tightly, one of the muscles in his jaw popped.
Kyra was decked out in a maroon sleeveless top with a V so deep it showed off the top curves of her tits, a snug black skirt that came to just above her knees and hugged her hips and ass, and black leather boots that rose to just below her knees and had a bit of a heel.
He hated that she looked so fucking good. Mostly because she hadn’t dressed like that for him, but that other asshole.
“You got panties on under that skirt?”
She rolled her eyes. “I did. But Glen saved them as a souvenir.”
That had him off the couch, across the small room, and pinning Kyra to the closest wall in a fucking flash.
He pressed his mouth to her ear and growled, “He fuck you as good as me? He make you come all over his fuckin’ dick?”
She pushed at his chest with both hands. “You don’t own me, Zeke, and I don’t owe you—”
Before she could finish, he had his hand worked up her skirt. He was relieved to find she was lying. She not only still wore panties, but the center at her crease was dry as fuck.
She shoved at him again with one hand and smacked his arm with the other. “You have no right to touch me like that.”
The fuck he didn’t. “Wanted me touchin’ you the other night.”
“I also told you afterward that having sex with you was a mistake. That remains true. Now, release me.”
Zeke sucked on his teeth but stepped back, reluctantly freeing her. He needed to stop doing shit that pushed her away.
She set her purse down on the coffee table, took in the mess, and shook her head. “Seems like you two had a good time. Did he give you any problems when putting him to bed?”
“Gave me no fuckin’ problems. Not like his mother.” His gaze got stuck on her ass. In that skirt. And those legs that had been wrapped around him just the other night.
“Thank you for staying with him. You can go now.” She turned.
He slowly lifted his gaze. Not giving a shit that she knew he was checking out her ass. “Will go when I’m ready.”
“No, I’m tired and want to go to bed. I highly doubt you want to share it with me after I was just out with another man.”
He pulled in a breath to try to tamp down the fire building inside him. That fire was what got him thrown behind bars too many times.
Her eyebrows rose. “You don’t like that I had a date with someone else? Huh. Just imagine we were actually together and you caught me giving head to another man.”
Those flickering flames were now roaring. “Time to let that shit go,” he growled.
“Easy for you to say. You weren’t the one wronged.”
“Woman, you kept my son from me. That’s so much fuckin’ worse.”
“Your opinion.”
“Yeah, and my opinion fuckin’ counts when it comes to my kid. Pissed at me or not, you shoulda stuck around and let me be his fuckin’ father.”
“Like you were father material,” she huffed.
“Didn’t give me a fuckin’ chance. Maybe I woulda been happy that I knocked you up.”