Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
A brush a thumb over a sparkle of wetness on her cheek. “Talk to me. What did you dream about?”
“I left—” She shudders. “I left them all there to burn. My… my boss. All the others. And it wasn’t just a dream. It really happened and it’s my fault, isn’t it? It’s all my fault.”
“What? How the hell is any of this your fault? Did you blow a hole in the window? I don’t know who fired the first shot, but Sal was responsible for that, so I gotta admit, I won’t lose any sleep if he didn’t make it.”
“No, but—”
I stroke a hand down her naked back, stopping when I feel the swell of her ass and holding her close. “You’re just a stewardess. Whittaker has bodyguards to keep him safe. If anyone fucked up it was them.”
“I wish it was that easy,” she whispers. Rory leans into me, resting her cheek right over my heart. “When things go wrong, sometimes it doesn’t matter that you were trying to do the right thing.”
“It should, but no… no it doesn’t. The road to Hell and all that, right?” I don’t think she’s talking about the crash anymore, and I wish I didn’t understand what she means.
I don’t think she fully realizes that after shifting around, she’s basically cuddling her naked body into mine, and I’m only wearing a pair of loose cotton shorts. I’m all for a good comfort fuck, but she’s real fucking close and I’m one good glimpse of her tits away from things getting real awkward.
“You okay?”
She shakes her head against me, her hot breath passing over my nipple as she does. Every extra drop of blood in my body is all headed to one place. Her voice is barely above a whisper. “I'm so far from okay right now, but I’m glad I’m not alone. Thanks for… for staying with me.”
“Shit.” I slide a hand up into her soft hair, combing it gently with my fingers. “I’m not good at this, but I’ll try.”
“I think you are.”
Who the hell does she have in her life that she thinks I’m a good shoulder to cry on? If the guys could see me now, they would laugh their asses off. Not at her, but at me trying to be nice. It’s been a long time since I tried to be more for a woman than a good time, and it’s never gone well. Bull’s better at this shit, but she’s so fucking warm, and her skin is like satin. And I’m too selfish to correct her.
Rory looks up at me, chin resting on my chest. “Are you asleep?” she asks quietly.
I open my eyes and shake my head. No fucking way I’m falling asleep now without at least jerking off. “You said you’ve been working for Whittaker for a couple years, right? You pick up a lot of guys when you travel?”
She jerks back with a surprised noise. “What? Why would you ask me that?”
“I didn’t—fuck. I told you I wasn’t good at this.”
“You seem pretty good at implying that I sleep around, but I guess after how we met I deserve it, huh?” She rolls away from me, pulling the sheets with her. The bed feels fucking cold without her heat.
“No, Rory…”
She turns her face away.
I wrap my arm around her waist again and haul her next to me. “I wasn’t judging you. Shit just comes out wrong sometimes. You think I give a fuck if you have a little fun? I thought you were fucking awesome when we met. Cute as hell, just the right amount of shy, and strong enough to go toe-to-toe with the three of us. If you have a dick on call in every airport, good for you. The world would be a better place if people spent a little more time getting laid and less worrying about what other people do with their junk.”
The room is dark, but I can feel the skepticism radiating off of her when she looks at me. But she sighs and settles back down at my side. Not quite as close as she was, but it’s an improvement. Maybe I haven’t fucked everything up yet.
“I don’t,” Rory says softly. “Today was the first time I’ve done something like that.”
“You were a vir—”
“No! I mean hook-up with men I just met.”
“Right, yeah.” Thank fuck. Oh, I’d’ve been happy to make her first time one for the record books, but we would've done things a little differently.
“I’ve been thinking about… quitting lately, and it made me want to do something a little wild.”
“Going out with a bang,” I say with a chuckle. “But maybe not so literally.”
She laughs and snuggles a little closer. Her hand brushes my thigh and my dick sits up and takes notice. “Exactly.”
This time I’m the one that shifts, repositioning us so she’s cradled at my front, with my hips angled a little to keep from stabbing her, but she’s a naked woman in a grown man’s bed. I’m not going to apologize for a natural reaction. “I could still make that happen.”