Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Can’t.” She wheezed. “Breathe.”
I chuckled and propped myself onto my elbows.
“Jesus,” she gasped. “You’re so damn heavy.”
“And so damn gone for you it’s a little bit crazy,” I agreed.
“I like your kind of crazy, Piers,” she said. “Want to tell me what you did tonight?”
“Not really.”
“Wives can’t be forced to testify against their husbands,” she teased.
“I know. But the less you know, the better. I don’t want to scare you away.”
“I don’t think much could,” she murmured as I pulled away.
“I think I’d rather you not know all my secrets,” I continued. “When do you want to get married?”
She stood up, and I shamelessly watched my come slide down her inner thigh.
I scooped it up before it could hit the floor and rubbed it into her ass.
She watched me over her shoulder, her hands still planted in the bed, and said, “Why is that so hot?”
I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, walking directly into the shower with her.
She squealed when I turned the faucets on and stepped under the cold spray.
“Piers! That’s just wrong!” she cried. “Why would you be so mean?”
“Because my kid’s going to come home, because there’s no way that she’ll go to the mall looking like she did. And I don’t want to be fucking you so loud that she can hear. We can get a bit out of…control.”
Out of control was an understatement.
Silver was very loud and I loved it, but I didn’t want my kid to have to hear us if I could help it.
“Okay, okay.” She sighed. “Now…about Mexico.”
“How do you feel about Hawaii instead?” he countered. “It’s in the US. No cartels that are going to snatch y’all off the beach at your resort. Plus, you don’t need a passport, and Audric owns a house there.”
“Audric owns a house there?” she gasped.
“He does, and says that you can use it if y’all want. It’s right on the beach, and a perfect getaway,” I explained, hoping that she would agree.
She sighed. “It’s on the beach?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Then I’m sure that’ll be perfectly fine with everyone. I’m all about saving money.”
I decided not to admit that it’d be ten times more expensive getting her to Hawaii instead of Mexico. Flights to Hawaii were outrageous. Plus, everything cost ten times more in Hawaii than it did in Mexico. However…what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
My little frugal Silver.
An idea formed in my head for while she was gone. One that included sending her car to the junk yard and finding her something newer, safer, and less always fucking broken.
“Okay,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her face to my sternum. “Hawaii, here the old ladies of Truth Tellers come.”
“Fuck,” I said, really liking the sound of that.
She pulled back with a grin, then proceeded to take a shower while I watched.
She looked so goddamn beautiful while she did it that I fell way behind.
I was just picking up the soap when she said, “I need to talk to Audric about where the beach house is. Then I need to make plans.”
She walked out of the shower and reached for a towel.
I let her go, liking that she was doing something just for her.
She deserved it.
After the life she lived, she deserved a break in one of the most beautiful places on Earth.
One day, when we were old, and had been married for twenty years, I wanted her to look back on the time that she’d spent at my side and realize that her life was easy and had been from the day she agreed to marry me.
But that was a pipe dream.
Being a Truth Teller meant mayhem would always be in our future.
Twenty-Four
When you go to someone’s social media and you see that they have fake boobs, do you also go through all their old photos to see when they got their fake boobs?
—Silver to Webber
WEBBER
Give me a kiss, Piers.
I’ll give you anything you want.
I hadn’t kissed my woman in four days, and I missed her so much it was hard to breathe.
Though that breathing thing might have a little bit to do with it being a hundred and ten in the middle of August in Texas.
Working outside wasn’t for the weak, and I’d been doing it so long that one would think I should be used to it by now.
It didn’t make it better that I had a pair of coveralls over my jeans, tied at the waist, with a black wifebeater hugging close to my chest.
Tight meant no air flow.
I was on bottle of water number eleven and would probably go through fifteen before I left for the house.
Apollo calling gave me a much-needed excuse to head into my office and enjoy the air conditioner for a few minutes while he gave me an update.