Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie.”
“You have a wonderful family.”
“Charlotte?”
She shook her head. “It’s okay, really. I’m fine. I’m just thinking that once we handle Jeff and Rebecca, that I need to make sure I still have a job when I get back.”
“You really think I’m going to let you go back to your real life after all of this?” He closed the bedroom door, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation. Charlotte was a private person. Gash wasn’t that insensitive, and he remembered everything about Charlotte. The night they shared together was still foggy in his mind, but he was so damn happy knowing it was Charlotte. He’d been attracted to her even back then, but she reminded him a little of Angel. She was the kind of woman a man like him looked at but didn’t touch.
“Once you get what you want, there’s going to be no need for me here.”
“Seven years ago I fucked a woman and I thought I was hallucinating. Seven years ago I was accused of rape and murder, and sentenced to a prison cell. Seven years ago, you were put through hell because you tried to help me. You may think there’s nothing between us, but I’m not going to deny shit between us.”
“Gash—”
“No, I’m not going to make excuses. We would have had a chance if I had fucking remembered that we were together. This is real between us, and I’m not going to be the one denying it. You belong to me just like I belong to you.”
Tears filled her eyes, and he sank his fingers into her hair, turning her face to stare at him. “We’ve got a history, and it’s time we had a future together. Too much has been taken from us. Don’t let them win, Charlotte.”
She smiled. “You sound like my doctor.”
“Doctor?”
“Doctor Williams. I was his patient for five years, and he’s the one that supported me when I finally got sane enough to leave. He saved my life several times, and became my rock. He still checks in every now and again to make sure I’m still strong.”
He didn’t like the sudden strike of jealousy that hit him. Gash didn’t even know the doctor, and yet he didn’t like the relationship he’d started with Charlotte.
“I’m here now.” No one was going to take care of Charlotte but him.
“I’m not ill, Gash. I’m fine, and I’m sane.” She chuckled. “Apart from the fact I’ve agreed to kill someone with you. That’s a bit fucked up.”
He laughed along with her, and that felt good. “Where have I been without you?” he asked.
“I don’t expect anything from you.”
Pressing his head against hers, Gash took a deep breath. “Expect shit from me, Charlotte.”
“You were going to kill me twenty-four hours ago.”
Unable to take it anymore, he slammed his lips down on hers. It was like she awakened the fire inside him. Gash would fight everyone to be with her. She was never getting away from him. He’d nearly lost her once, and that shit wasn’t going to happen again. They had lost each other, and they had lost a child together. Fuck, they had lost a child together.
It broke him just thinking about it, and Charlotte had gone through that all on her own. He’d been in prison, too caught up in his own problems to give a thought to what was happening to Charlotte. His woman had needed him, and he’d failed her. Not only that, he’d thought the worst. Pressing her back against the bed, he didn’t release her lips. Instead he deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue inside her open lips. Releasing her hair, he captured her hands and placed them above her head. Linking them together, he held her hands in one of his while he explored her body with his other. She was so fucking full and ripe. Her tits were huge. The pictures of her with all of her weight gone fucking scared him. Charlotte was a full figured woman, and he wouldn’t have her any other way. He would make sure that he took care of her.
No one would ever hurt her. They would have to go through him first, and he was a fucking brick wall.
Prison had taught him not only to fight, but also to fight through the pain.
Charlotte wrapped her legs around his hips, and he pressed his dick against her jean clad pussy. They were both clothed, but that didn’t matter in those moments. Gash was drugged from her lips alone. She tasted so damn sweet, perfect.
This was much better than his imagination. This was fucking real.
Cupping her hip for a second, he groaned at the feel of her curves. She was all woman. Sliding his fingers underneath her shirt, he explored the skin of her stomach, moving up to cup her tits.
She pulled away. “No, too fast, too fast.”