Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Dom nodded at that, going over to the coffee machine to pour himself the biggest cup I had in the cabinet.
“I’ll keep you updated. You staying here to have a fuckfest today?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing today,” I lied. “Think I need to look over shit at the garden center, though. Might head there later tonight.”
“Sounds good. I’ll meet you there.”
We said our goodbyes, and I stood there watching the door, wondering if maybe I should change the fucking code.
It was right then that Hazel came drifting in, her hand self-consciously touching her hair.
“I thought I heard voices,” she admitted.
It was then I noticed her other hand down at her side. My gun hung there.
“It was Dom,” I told her, moving over toward her to gently take the gun she was clearly uncomfortable holding, placing it down on the counter, then pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.
“Is everything okay? Is everyone okay?”
That new certainty in my gut intensified.
“Yeah. Yeah, everyone is fine. We’re still doing some… figuring shit out, is all.”
“Is there anything I can help with?”
“You could grab me a cup of coffee while I get to work on breakfast.”
She rolled her eyes at me.
“I meant about the whole… situation. But I will get you coffee,” she said, already moving toward the coffee machine.
“I was just telling Dom we might head over to the garden center tonight. If you’re comfortable with that. If not, that’s not a problem. I can drop you off with my mom and brother’s family.”
“Why would it be a problem? I was planning to, you know, go to work.”
“You’re not going to work,” I scoffed.
“Why not?”
“Babe, you were attacked.”
“Yeah, but there is still work to do.”
“There are other people there to do the shit that needs to get done.”
“Half-ass it, maybe,” she said, shaking her head.
My lips curved up at that. “Half-assed is just going to have to do.”
“Absolutely not.”
I liked how much she saw the garden center as hers. That she cared about it as much as I did. Maybe more.
“Okay. You can do some bossing around when we go, but it won’t be until later. I trust the staff you’ve trained. They can manage without you for this afternoon.”
“Fiiiine,” she agreed, sipping her coffee. “So what are you making?”
“Omelets, if that sounds good to you.”
“Sounds perfect. Let me do something.”
“Absolutely,” I agreed, taking her cup from her hands, putting it down, then reaching for her hips and hopping her up onto the counter. I handed her back her mug. “Keep me company,” I said, loving how she flushed pink.
“I can do that,” she agreed.
“How’re you feeling? We forgot to dress your hands last night.”
“I think they needed to breathe.” She tucked her mug between her legs to flash her palms at me. “See? Getting better.”
They were. They were red and angry but looked to have sealed over, at least.
“Good accident then,” I agreed.
“I should be the one cooking. You cooked and cleaned yesterday.”
“And yet, I will be doing the cooking.”
“Don’t trust me?” she asked.
“Like being able to spoil you is more like.”
“Oh, well. In that case,” she said, shooting me a flirty smile before taking a sip of her coffee.
She sat there, occasionally making small talk, but mostly just keeping me company as I chopped vegetables and shredded cheese.
The problem was, she was a damn distraction.
The bare legs, the way the shirt wasn’t buttoned all the way up, so I could see down somewhat.
I’d been dealing with a semi pretty much since she came down.
I stopped halfway to the fridge, turning, and making my way back.
“Everything okay?” she asked, head cocked to the side as she tried to read the determination on my face.
“Yeah. I’m starving,” I said.
“Oh, well, I can take over cooking while you have a quick sna—”
She didn’t finish that sentence because I moved in front of her, grabbed her thighs, and spread them wide for me.
“Not what I had in mind,” I said, loving her gasp of understanding even as I moved between her legs to trace my tongue up her pussy.
It looked like I wasn’t the only one who’d been a bit impacted by the closeness.
She was already wet for me.
And after my tongue found her clit, I slid my fingers inside, finding her fucking drenched for me.
Her moans filled the kitchen; her thighs clenched the sides of my head; her walls tightened around my fingers.
She was halfway there before I even touched her. So it wasn’t a surprise when in just a moment or two, her walls were clenching, then spasming around my fingers as she came.
I’d never been happier for my planning-ahead nature when she grabbed me, pulling me, softly begging me for more.
Reaching down, I snagged the condom from my pocket I’d grabbed before making my way into the bathroom, ripped it open, and slid it on after she reached to push my pants down.