Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“Do you really think he’ll do it?” Steven asked.
“Kill a woman?”
“Yeah.”
Hardy let out a sigh. “I’ve not got a clue. I don’t know what to expect when it comes to him. Ever since Gash got out of prison, he’s been hard, tough. I don’t know what he’s capable of, and to be honest, I don’t want to find out.”
She continued to make dinner as they talked.
“Wow, I don’t know if I could do that,” Steven said. “Take a woman’s life.”
“Neither of us went through what he went through. We can’t force him not to. This is Gash’s life, and if he wants to fuck it up, that’s up to him.”
“I don’t know. It seems wrong. Gash could lose the rest of his life for this. Where is the justice in that?”
“What do you think, Rose?” Hardy asked.
She turned around to face her man.
My man?
Rose didn’t know what Hardy was anymore. They were having a baby together. He’d not tried to get into her bed, and he was giving her more space than ever before. She didn’t know if she liked it or not.
“Gash is going to do what he needs to do. I only hope he can handle the consequences of his actions. I mean, it has been what? Seven years, and he’s still fighting her.” She shrugged. “She’s still winning, and he needs to make her winning stop.”
So is the club whore who fucked your man.
She’s not around, and yet she’s winning all the time.
Biting her lip, she turned back to her pasta sauce. She didn’t like the thought that had just gone through her mind.
The rest of the night went by without event. Steven and Hardy talked about everything and nothing. She drifted off, thinking about her baby. By the time ten o’clock came she was tired and excused herself. She’d already set up the blankets for Steven. This was what she loved about being an old lady. She loved welcoming people into her home, Hardy’s brothers.
Entering her bedroom, she went straight to her bathroom taking a quick shower. When she came out dressed in a nightshirt she found Hardy sitting on the edge of her bed. She paused, staring back at him. The air seemed to thicken with tension.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to talk to you,” he said.
Moving to her vanity table, she picked up her hairbrush and started to comb through her damp locks. “What would you like to talk about?”
“I want to move back in. I don’t want to stay at the club anymore.”
Rose stared at him in her mirror. Her heart was racing, and her pussy was slick with cream. She was aroused just by him being in her home.
“You want to live together?”
“I want us to live with each other, and to give us a chance. I’m not asking to be in your bed, Rose. I want to. I want you in my arms, and I want to make love, and to fuck you any chance I get, but I’m not going to pressure you. I love you, and I’m going to prove to you that I’m not the same asshole who fucked up all those years ago.”
She licked her dry lips as Hardy stood, moving toward her. He bent down on one knee, taking her hand.
“I want us to be a family. That baby is half of me, Rose. I want to give you and our son or daughter a chance.”
He cupped her cheek, running his thumb across her flesh.
She pressed her face against his palm. “I love you, Hardy.”
Hardy stood, and Rose did so as well. She ran her fingers down the leather of his jacket, loving the scent of him. Without giving herself time to think, she pushed the leather from his shoulders.
“Rose, babe, what are you doing?”
“I want this, and I want you.”
“No.” He grabbed her hands, stilling her movements.
“You don’t want me?”
“I want you.” He took her hand pressing it against the hard length of his cock. “I want you more than you can even begin to believe. You’re a drug, Rose, and I need my next fix.”
“I want to give you your next fix.”
He still held her hands stopping her. “I don’t want you to be my drug. After a couple of hours of being high, what do I get? I’m left with nothing. I’m going to prove to you that’s there’s more to us than you think. I love you.”
“I need you, Hardy.”
Hardy pushed her against the wall, trapping her hands above her head. She whimpered, her need was so strong.
“I’ll take care of your needs, but I can wait.” He stroked his hand down her arm, going over her breast. Hardy flicked her nipple, and that simple action had her crying out, wanting more. This was how it always was with Hardy. The attraction had never dissipated. They were bound to each other in more ways than marriage. She believed they were true soul-mates. “You were always this responsive to me. I loved it, and I still do, Rose. It didn’t matter how many men watched us, or what anyone else did. You always wanted me, only me.”