Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
"Me either," I confess, managing enough strength to lift an arm and wrap it around his back.
I whimper a moan when, after a long moment, he shifts his hips back, his still semi-erect cock dragging against the sensitive tissues inside of me.
"Sounds like that make me want to rip this used condom off, put a new one on, and go for round two."
I'm biting my lip, silent, when he looks down at me.
I attempt to lift my shoulders in a nonchalant shrug before whispering, "Okay."
His smile spreads across his entire face.
"We aren't going to be leaving this room anytime soon, are we?" he asks.
"I don't have any plans for the day," I tell him with a smile.
"I don't want you going back to the club," he says, an edge to his voice that lets me know he's no longer in a playful mood.
"I have no plans to go back," I assure him.
"I'm still not sure I'm not going to kill the other guys who have seen you naked."
His eyes meet mine when I rest my hand on his bare thigh. "We can have that discussion at a later date, can't we?"
He nods, grabbing the base of the used condom before pulling it off and knotting it.
"I don't think I want to talk at all right now," he says as he reaches for another one.
Chapter 40
Jersey
I've never been a believer in quick fixes. I've never gone a night grateful that I didn't have a nightmare that didn't pair up with the anxiety of knowing I wouldn't be so lucky the next time I went to sleep.
Somehow, as if my soul was waiting for hers in order to get a break, I haven't had a single nightmare since the incident with Miles Lee. I don't know if that will be the case once I have a job that takes me out of town, and I have to spend the sleeping hours without her, but I feel beyond fucking lucky to have the reprieve while it lasts.
There were a few moments this morning when I wondered if the silence in my dreams was somehow a sign that Eden was happy that I'd found happiness. I know the woman never intended to burn the house down. Despite her addiction, she loved the boys with everything she had. Her regrets weren't with motherhood, just that she had to face so much of it alone.
It's been weeks since Caitlyn came to the cabin after that horrible day, and other than leaving to clean out her little house and grab her personal belongings from her rented office, she hasn't left the property.
I don't know what it will do for her mental health to stay in one place so long without a change of scenery, but she seems content to just be here with me for now.
Leads from Adair's journals and paperwork seem to have dried up. The hotel in Dayton was just one job in a string of many that we discovered the people working with or for Adair had gone underground.
We still get reports that women are going missing, but as soon as we track the disappearances down a certain highway or interstate, they start to jump around.
We knew better than to think that cutting off the head of the fucking snake would kill the entire machine, but we had hoped that we could at least catch a break where we had the chance to catch our breaths.
Hemlock hasn't sent me out any further than a couple of hours from home for work, but I know the time will come when my job carries me further. It would be foolish to think that I won't encounter the same problems that I had with Eden where Caitlyn is concerned, but the main difference is that there are people here with her. She'll never be alone if she doesn't want to be.
I watch with a grin on my face as Caitlyn chats with Cora, Zara, and Aspen, and I can see the fondness that has grown between her and the other women, and I don't think she has ever had that.
She still hasn't gotten to the bottom of her phobia of being touched, but she mentioned that it has always extended to everyone and was never gender specific. Knowing this, the other women in the house still maintain an acceptable distance from her, but not in an exclusionary way.
She mentioned that it was weird that people just accepted her boundaries rather than seeing it as a personal slight against them. I'm just grateful to work with such an amazing team of people, and that she has their significant others around to help build a family neither one of us had before.
My smile falters when I see Zeus begin to cross the room in their direction. I wouldn't call them friends, but they're friendly, and it still irks the living shit out of me that he has seen her sans clothes.