Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
Ben set the gun down and picked up one of the pillows he’d tossed off the bed earlier because Penny apparently loved pillows. He fast balled it Cooper’s way. “I would like everyone to acknowledge that this is weird.”
“It’s weird,” they all said at the same time.
Ben settled in, crawling under the covers again. “And we all sleep together?”
“It gets fun when one of them needs to go to the bathroom,” Cooper complained. “Because they do not want to be on the outside even though they have tiny bladders.”
“We made a deal. If we’re getting murdered in bed, you go first, babe,” Kala said through a yawn. “Did you have fun tonight?”
“Yes.” Kenzie felt a smile go across her face even as the world felt soft again and sleep called. Ben turned on his side. “And I have the marks to prove it.”
She expected her sister to gag and that was okay.
Instead, she rested her head against Kenzie’s. “I’m so glad to hear that. I want to see them tomorrow.”
Likely so she could assess Ben’s performance, but hopefully she would be nice about it since they were a new couple.
“You could put on PJs,” Cooper said quietly.
“You can’t see it but I’m flipping you off, McKay,” Ben murmured. “You crawl into my bed, you deal with all of me. Also, I will be fucking my sub in the morning and if this is the way we’re playing it, I won’t care that you’re here.”
“We’ll be gone by then,” Cooper promised.
“I don’t know, babe. I could give tips,” Kala offered.
Kenzie snorted and elbowed her twin. “You will not. Go to sleep. We have to work tomorrow.”
“I’m so glad you finally got to play,” Kala said quietly. “The one good thing that’s come from that fucker Huisman is my sister finally getting to be herself fully and completely.”
It was enough. More than enough.
Kenzie went to sleep hoping the next few days would go well.
Chapter Twelve
Week One
“Kenzie, I do not need to see that…place where bugs obviously bit you,” her father managed to choke out as she entered the conference room.
She was pretty sure she glowed. It was amazing what having truly filthy sex with the man of her dreams could do for a girl. She might have selected this slouchy sweater to show off the superhot bite marks she had. “It wasn’t bugs, Dad. It was Ben.” She moved to the coffeepot. “Do you need some coffee? Did you get breakfast? Tell me you didn’t order a full English. Dad, you are supposed to be watching your cholesterol.”
“I do not eat any breakfast that comes with beans,” her father announced. “The coffee just finished brewing, so yes, I will take a cup and don’t worry about me eating breakfast. I’ll never be hungry again. Are you and Kala okay?”
Oh, they were getting serious fast. She grabbed two mugs and filled them. Black for her dad. A splash of creamer and two sugars for her. “You still get all the best gossip. Were they betting on whether Kala and I would have fight club?”
Her father’s brows rose as he took the mug. “It got that bad?”
“Not really.” She felt so much better about her sister right now. Kala had snuck out in the early morning hours, but not before she’d thanked Ben for letting her stay. Actually thanked him. With words and not with just not killing him, as was Kala’s traditional gratitude offering. “She’s wrapping her head around the idea of Ben hanging around.”
“Is he?” her dad asked. “Hanging around? We’ve got a lot of sites to investigate. We could be here for a couple of weeks. He might miss… I’m trying to figure out what he could miss in Canada. There has to be something.”
“Poutine. Tim Horton’s. The smell of true freedom.” Ben was suddenly striding into the room, dressed in his gym clothes. After their morning play session, which had ended up with him kissing all her boo boos before fucking her senseless, he’d gone off to work out while she’d spent the morning making herself pretty. And staring at the places where Ben left his mark. She felt beautiful with those marks and the ache in her ass from his hand and later a paddle. “Hey, baby. Is there any left?”
She pulled down a third mug. A little cream, one sugar for him. She remembered everything.
He didn’t even question it as he took the mug. He gave her a smile that told her he remembered last night, too.
“What the fuck is the smell of freedom? America is the smell of freedom,” her father insisted. “We invented freedom.”
“I know something from America that smells good,” Ben said with a low, sexy tone. He got into her space, rubbing against her from behind. His hands went to her hips and he nuzzled her neck. “Hey, gorgeous. Your father sounds irritable this morning. Is his sciatica hurting?”