Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I was looking at my hands, so I wasn’t looking at the woman that was no longer plastered to the wall.
But my head jerked up quickly when her hands came down on top of mine.
Twenty-Four
If we’re ever in a situation where I’m the voice of reason, then we’re fucked.
—Constance to Odin
Constance
I wasn’t used to being this angry.
Being this angry meant that you felt deeply.
And, to be honest, I hadn’t realized that I was that far gone for Odin until he told me he was Wendy’s donor.
Even worse, the thought of having two very special people in my life with a rare blood type that could kill them sent shivers of fear down my spine.
If we were in an accident, and they were both hurt…I could lose them both.
If I was being truthful, that scared me the most.
If I lost them both, where would I be?
I’d be lost. All alone in a world without the two people that made it worth living.
I mean, I had my parents and siblings.
But the kind of love for them didn’t feel the same as the love I had for my child and the man that had become such a huge part of my life in such a short time.
Seeing him being so vulnerable…this huge, hulking man with his heart so huge it could be seen from miles away…I couldn’t take it anymore.
The caution I’d been holding on to with narrow-eyed focus broke, and I rushed toward him.
Placing my hands on his clenched hands, I stepped into his space.
“You love me?”
He growled under his breath. “Unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately?” I laughed. “It’s a bad thing?”
“Yeah,” he grumbled. “Now I can’t think about only myself.”
I snickered. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I feel the same about you.”
His eyes gleamed. “It does.”
I took another step forward, this time bringing my entire front half in line with his.
My breasts brushed his hard torso, and my neck strained from looking up at him.
“Hey, Odin?” I asked softly.
He swallowed. “Yeah?”
“Will you take me to bed already?”
His hands pulled away, then I was up and over his shoulder.
I giggled as he walked me through his house to his bedroom.
As we passed everything, I tried to take it all in.
But it was hard getting a good look when you were upside down.
He set me back on my feet and looked at his watch.
“What time do you need to get Wendy from school?”
I licked my dry lips. “Three.”
“It’s just after eleven,” he drawled. “Plenty of time.”
My heartbeat kicked up a notch. “A little under four hours? You need that much time?”
His gaze raked me from toes to hair. “Honestly, I’m worried it might not be enough time.”
I yanked up the hem of my sweatshirt and t-shirt and pulled it right off my head.
My breasts, which were unbound, spilled free.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he murmured.
“What’s the point?” I asked. “I mean, I’m under multiple layers. You can’t see them all that well anyway. A bra is a nuisance.”
He all but rubbed his hands together as he said, “Lucky me.”
I started working on my leggings, and he took over for me, dropping down to one knee and pulling them down slowly over my hips and butt.
His fingers dug into the waistband and clenched when my pubic area was revealed.
“I, uh, might’ve not had anything cleaned up down there in a while,” I admitted.
I hadn’t shaved anything besides the top and inner thigh since I’d had Wendy.
“Been a while?” he asked, leaning forward and licking my navel.
I shivered. “More than. At least six years.”
There just hadn’t been time…or inclination.
Now there was definitely inclination.
“I happen to love fucking a woman,” he said. “Hair. No hair. Little hair. Lots of hair. I’ll take you any way you come, Coco.”
I huffed out a breathless laugh at the nickname.
“You make me want things,” I said when he started pulling the leggings lower.
When they got to the top of my boots, he took them off, one by one.
My socks and leggings went next, and soon I was standing in front of him completely bare.
He cupped my ass and pressed a kiss against my belly.
The belly that I’d hated ever since I’d delivered Wendy, the one that I looked at in the bathroom mirror every night after a shower, all of a sudden seemed sexy again.
Because he was kissing it.
He was running that talented tongue over all the imperfections and making me feel sexy again.
“So beautiful,” he whispered as he moved his mouth from one hip bone to the other.
His big hands spanned the entirety of my ass, fingers moving inside to just barely brush against my sex.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever felt, and he wasn’t even touching me fully yet.
I shivered as his mouth moved lower, pressing a kiss to the top seam of my pussy lips.
“Not that this isn’t beautiful,” I whispered huskily. “But I’d really fucking love to see you naked, too. And it’s freezing in here. I need something—or someone—to warm me up.”