Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“You okay?” he asked.
I let out a small laugh. “Yeah. Just a little jumpy, I guess.”
His eyes went back to my shirt. “I have some questions, and we need to talk, but I can’t concentrate with your shirt wet like that. Can you go change?”
He’d been gone for two hours and fifteen minutes. I’d been watching the clock. I had known that someone named Luther was outside, guarding the cabin, but I didn’t like it in here without Than. I was just relieved he was back.
“Yeah,” I told him, setting the bottle down, then going to the bedroom for a dry shirt.
“Do you have the other letters that he left you?” Than asked.
I paused, then turned back to look at him and nodded. “I kept them. Not because I wanted them, but in case I needed them to take to the police if it got to that level.”
“Bring them back out with you. I want to read them.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted him to read what all the letters said. Some of it was embarrassing. But he was trying to help.
“Okay,” I replied, then went into the room, closing the door behind me.
“Six!” Than called out.
“Yeah?”
“I’ve had you naked on the bed with my mouth on your pussy. Why are you shutting the door to change tops?”
I smiled, and a shiver ran over me. Thinking about that made me anxious for tonight. Being in bed with him again.
“Habit?”
He chuckled.
“You can keep it closed this time. I need to stay focused.”
I grinned while pulling off the wet shirt and looking for another one. Once that was done, I opened the suitcase where the letters were kept and found them tucked in the lining, where I’d hidden them. There were two I didn’t want him to read. They were…uncomfortable for me. But I didn’t want to lie either, so I took all of them and headed back into the other room.
He was sitting on the sofa with his booted feet propped on the table and crossed at the ankle with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gaze went from my top to the letters in my hand, and then he held out his. Reluctantly, I handed them to him.
“You look like you don’t want me to read them,” he said, studying me.
I shrugged and sat down. “There are just some that are…well, uncomfortable.”
His eyes narrowed. “How? Other than the fact that he’s been watching you.”
I twisted my hands in my lap, not wanting to talk about it. “There are detailed things about what he wants to do to me.”
There was a glint of something in his eyes that I didn’t understand, but it made me nervous.
“Are they in order?” he asked.
I nodded.
He opened the first one, and I clasped my hands tightly in my lap as my stomach knotted up. I’d hoped I’d never have to show these to anyone. Sitting here while Than read them was going to be hard. He was the last person I’d ever want to read them.
Thirty-Seven
Than
Montana,
Do you have any idea how your eyes can mark a man’s soul? Change the course of his life? The plans he has for his future? With one glance, you rewrote my story. The dimples when you smiled found a soul I hadn’t known I had and awakened it. If I could hold you while you grieved, I would. One day, I will. But for now, I’ll stand back and watch.
I couldn’t shred this fucker’s words. We might need these letters. But the bitter taste in my mouth as I folded it back and moved to the next one was coupled with an odd clawing in my chest. Not looking at her, I opened the next one.
Montana,
You laughed today. It had been weeks since I heard that sound. I wasn’t close enough to know what it was that you laughed at, but I soaked it in. Until I saw your face completely, and your eyes told a different story. I can see your pain, and I want to soothe it away. And one day, I will. My touch will be something you crave, and I’ll give you whatever you need.
My fist began to wad the letter, and I had to breathe through my nose and focus on calming down. The clawing was now a burning. My fist closed, and the sound of it crumpling in my hand did little to ease me. I let it fall to the ground, and with my teeth grinding, I opened the next one.
Montana,
You’re the first thing I think about when I open my eyes and the last when I close them. You’re in my dreams at night and always in my head during the day. Until I find you and watch you, I’m unsteady. Lost. Aching.
Last night, you left your curtains open in your bedroom. As much as I enjoyed it, please don’t do it again. I’d have to kill anyone else who saw you like that. You were a vision. Your full, perfect, bare breasts and tiny waist with the flare of your hips, wearing only the pink panties that covered little, had my cock throbbing so badly that I had to stroke it while I watched you. Since the moment I first saw you, it’s only been you in my head when I come.