Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
I stared at her, but I couldn’t make the words come. I’ve lived my whole life afraid of giving my heart away, and now it was in danger of being stolen twice.
“You can’t run forever,” Coby said as if she’d read my mind. “I won’t hurt you, Hunter, and I’d never let Ocean either.”
“But what if I hurt you?”
“You’ll do that anyway if you leave, so what do you have to lose?”
“You.”
When Coby shook her head, I already knew what she would say. I knew it because my heart was telling me I’d already made a choice. I just had to make my lips say it. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. “You don’t see it, do you? Maybe you do, but you’re too stubborn to admit it.” She huffed and shook her head as if I were being purposely dense. “It’s already too late, Hunter. We’ve said too much. Done too much. There’s no going back for us. No matter what, we will never be just friends again.”
As the truth of her words sank in, breathing became a challenge. The room began to spin, so to keep from passing out, I focused on the dark shadow lingering by the open door.
“Hunter?” Coby reached out as if ready to save me from the floor if I fainted. “What—?” Noticing my attention, she spun around to see what had stolen it.
Ocean was standing there with a cast around his right hand, listening to every word.
OCEAN
My hand was fucking killing me.
I’d refused the pain medication because I wanted to remain lucid and had opted for whisky instead.
Right now, I needed a drink for a different reason.
“What did you do to my brother?” Coby demanded as I was taking a piss. She stood inside the bathroom with her arms crossed, ready for a fight after I iced her out all night.
“Nothing yet.” I moved over to the sink to wash my hands. It was awkward as fuck doing everything with my left hand. I still had use of the fingers on my right hand, but that was it.
I waited for Coby to plead for her brother’s life, but she was surprisingly silent as I shut off the water and moved over to the running shower, dropping the shorts I’d slept in while I went.
“Don’t kill him,” she finally begged once I was naked. There it is.
I stepped into the shower without a word. Coby flung her arms up and tried to storm out, but I reached out and grabbed her wrist, forcing her into the shower with me. Thankfully, my cast was made of fiberglass, so it was waterproof.
“Ocean, my hair!” Coby squealed.
Cursing, I leaned out to grab her shower cap from the hook by the glass door and quickly covered her short ginger curls.
The hot water had already soaked through the t-shirt that she was wearing. I could see her nipples and taut stomach clinging to the cotton. She smelled like her usual green apple perfume, but another, heavier scent clung to her wet skin, too.
It was jasmine.
“Ocean—”
I shoved my sponge in her hand, and Coby pursed her lips into a pout and grabbed my body wash. Once it was good and lathered, she started washing my chest, so I curved my hands around her hips as I watched her. “So, what did you and Hunter get up to last night?”
The sponge paused on my chest as Coby looked up at me. “Not much. Why?”
“Because I smell her on you.”
Coby dropped the sponge and then rushed to pick it up from the shower floor. “What are you asking me, Ocean?”
I placed my hand around her neck and drove her into the wall. “Did you fuck her?”
“Yup!” she said, popping the p with her smart ass. “I got all up in that pussy just like you did, and it was the best I ever had. Of course, I’ve only had hers, but who’s counting?” Finally, she met my gaze and smiled, but it wasn’t a nice one. “Want to compare notes?”
“Sure.” I smirked back. “You start.”
Coby rolled her eyes at me for not taking the bait. She still wanted to fight because she thought it would save her brother, but I was done with all that.
Once Coby and I finished showering, we went downstairs to eat the breakfast the chef had prepared. Hunter was nowhere to be found, which meant she was blowing off steam with Abel in the gym.
“Why did you risk your life going to see him?” I asked.
We hadn’t talked about it last night. I just told Coby and Hunter I’d deal with them in the morning before passing out from the pain and booze.
“Because he’s the only family I have left and I wanted to see for myself that he was still in one piece.”
Not anymore.
When Roshaun eventually woke up, he was going to find himself without the hand he used to slap my wife. I didn’t kill him. Not yet. But I had taken great pleasure in causing him a shitload of pain.