Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
A loud bang on the door made us both jump. “Don’t even think about it!” Knuckles’ voice boomed from the other side. “Get your asses out here now!”
Gunnar pulled back with a frustrated groan, resting his forehead against mine. “Fuck. I guess we better face the music.”
I nodded as I giggled and buried my face in his chest. I kissed his pec before stepping away from him. “You go first. I really do need to clean up a bit. And get dressed.”
He gave me one last lingering look before snagging a towel to sling around his hips before slipping out of the bathroom. I heard muffled voices as I quickly used the facilities before splashing water on my face.
There was a soft knock on the door before Gunnar handed me an overnight bag. “Take your time, honey. There’s clothes and a new toothbrush as well as a few other things.”
“Do me a solid and don’t get killed?”
He barked out a laugh. “Yeah. That’s at the top of my list.” He leaned in to kiss my forehead, then left, shutting the door behind him. I heard muffled voices from the other side of the door but not raised and angry like before.
Before I dressed, I took another healthy swig of coffee. Yeah, it probably blistered my throat on the way down, but it was fucking delicious.
With a sigh, I set down the coffee cup to open the toothbrush and toothpaste I found in the bag and brush my teeth. Dressing hastily, I looked longingly at the half-empty cup. Leaving a whole half cup was just sacrilegious. So I picked it up and drank the rest. Black coffee wasn’t my preference, but it was still delicious.
I opened the door and peeked outside. Gunnar had slung on some jeans and had a T-shirt hanging from one fist while and Knuckles was up in his face, pointing a finger. I’d only met my father once years ago, but I was sure the big man was Knuckles. They were on the other side of the big open space so I couldn’t hear what they were saying clearly, but the body language was pretty obvious.
“What’s going on?” I demanded as I hurried to Gunnar’s side. I started to get between the two men, but Gunnar shoved his arm out to prevent me from passing him.
“Do not!” he snapped. “Stay behind me.”
“I’m not letting him get in your face like that.” I tried to duck under Gunnar’s arm, but he snagged me by my shirt collar and tugged me back, side-stepping so I was solidly behind him and Knuckles. Which is when I got a really good look at the man.
Knuckles was fucking huge. He looked like a giant next to Gunnar and the other man -- likely Cain, since Gunnar said it was our dads here. He was covered in tattoos over every inch of skin I could see, other than his face and neck. He wore a sleeveless black tank revealing muscled, vein-roped arms. I met his dark gaze and thought better of trying to get around Gunnar again. Instead, I fisted my hand in the back of Gunnar’s shirt and took a half step back to give Gunnar room if he needed to fight.
“I ain’t gonna hurt you,” Knuckles grunted. The expression on his face transformed from anger to contrition. His voice was still gruff, but he looked genuinely distressed. “Sorry.”
Gunnar relaxed slightly but kept me behind him. “It’s all right, Pippa. Your dad just got a little… overexcited.”
“Why?” I couldn’t help the demanding bite to my tone. “He’s the one who told you to make me your old lady. Right?”
Gunnar shrugged but didn’t take his eyes from Knuckles. “Yep.”
I glared at Knuckles. “Then what’s all the fuss?”
“He was on top of you! In fucking bed!” Knuckles lost his cool for about a second before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I could tell he was inhaling for patience. “He’s not supposed to be in bed with you,” he grumbled. “S’not right.”
“What’s not right? That I shouldn’t have sex with the man who’s making me his old lady? Because if I’m not supposed to have sex with him, who am I supposed to have sex with?”
Gunnar growled as he glanced down at me. “Me. You’re supposed to have sex with me.”
Now it was Knuckles’ turn to growl.
“Sounds like fucking Captain Caveman around here,” I grumbled. “Well?” I looked over at Cain who sat on the couch, sprawled out like he owned the place. “Are you gonna do something?”
“What do you want me to do, honey? I’m an old man. These guys are way tougher than me.” The shit-eating grin on his face said he was enjoying himself.
“You know, I really like Angel. Your wife is a sweetheart. Your daughter, Hannah, too. You? Not so much.”