Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
A bubble of laughter creeps up. “Scheming sneak.”
“I like to think of it as conspiring brilliance.”
The tears stop and I snuggle into him, running my fingertips across his scars. He goes to move and I snap my hand back.
“Sorry, I should have asked if I could…”
His head jerks. “You never have to ask to touch me, but I know these freak you out. I was getting my shirt.”
“Don’t cover them up.” My fingers trail back over his skin.
He remains uncertain, his jaw locked tight with each skim of my touch. I realize he’s gauging my reaction. I lean in, kissing each one gently. “I hate this happened, but they are a part of you.”
“Willow.” My name is almost guttural, his hand lacing in my hair.
“And they represent beauty. They aren’t chasing me away because I’m done running.”
In a flash, we are off the bed and I’m over his shoulder. “We are leaving this room.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t be responsible for what happens next, and I swore I wouldn’t be a savage beast the first time I fucked you.”
My insides dip, liking his reaction.
“Swore to who?”
“Myself.”
“That was a stupid thing to do. Maybe I want the savage beast. It would be a first for me. Bestiality may be my new kink.”
He growls, banging his door open and stalking down the hall. “You are trying to kill me.”
“Nah, I’m not into necrophilia.”
He stops, sliding me down his firm torso, but curling my legs around his waist. The heat in his eyes intensifies as his eyes roam over my face. I remember my crying jag and realize I’m a mess.
“I need to wash my face.”
“You’re gorgeous. And, babe, I need you to try and reel it in.”
“What did I do?”
“Sweet, sexy, smartassed—all things I like a lot. But more so, we had a rough start to the day, so we’re doing it over. Beginning with me making you breakfast.”
My stomach grumbles and I blow out a breath, conceding. “Fine, but one condition, you let me help.”
“We’ll see.” He drops a kiss to my nose and squeezes my ass.
And he doesn’t let me help.
12
TALON
My hand glides over her ribcage, feeling the goosebumps in my wake. Her nipples harden, pressing into my chest.
It takes all my control not to rip apart the material between us.
Her thighs tighten around my waist, her hips grinding down every inch of my aching dick.
Vaguely, I hear the hum of a motor and the chime of my phone.
“Fuck.” I tear my mouth away from Willow’s.
Anger burns in my chest as the gorgeous, sexy haze on her face turns to puzzlement when her eyes flutter open.
“We have company.” I reach into the water, adjusting my steel-hard cock and wanting to kill someone.
She unhooks her legs, trying to push me off. “How do you know?”
Right as she asks, Wolf leaps from the pool deck and hobbles to the side gate, his tail wagging. This sets her wiggling harder, her center driving straight down on my aching cock.
“Princess, you have to stop.”
She freezes, her eyes going wide. “Sorry.”
“Stay where you are.”
“Won’t that make things… harder?” The mischief in her question tells me she’s enjoying this. The woman is trying to kill me.
The gate swings open and Jewls wheels the double stroller around the corner with Harley close behind.
Jewls stops for Wolf, giving him a rubdown and cooing.
“Oh my God! Babies!” Willow squeals, getting everyone’s attention.
Major and Ace come through behind them, and there’s silence as Harley and Jewls assess our position.
“There are children present, can you refrain?” Jewls scoffs, strolling the boys to the other end of the pool deck.
“Are you fucking serious?” I slice my eyes to Major, who’s wheeling a wagon filled with baby items. “We had a deal.”
He grins cleverly. “The boys wanted to swim, the sun is out, and this pool is heated.”
“Are you actually using your boys as the excuse?”
“Cockblocked by the twins,” Ace jokes.
I shoot him a glare to kill, which does nothing but make him smile wider.
“Oh my God, we-we-we’re not—” Willow’s stutter trails off.
“You should thank me.” Jewls plops down on a chair. “We could have prevented your own bundles of joy in nine months.”
“She’s the mother of twins?” Willow asks in wonderment, not fazed by her comment. “No way.”
“They look identical to their dad, but yes, they’re mine,” Jewls confirms.
“I know exactly what you’re thinking. It’s disgusting, isn’t it?” Harley sits on the pool edge next to us, rubbing her rounded stomach. “I only pray I can bounce back like her.”
“Bounce back, my ass. I still carry baby weight.”
“Shut it, Julianna. You’re fucking perfect.” Major sweeps her hair off her shoulder. She tips her head to the side, giving him her mouth.
The boys babble until their parents pull apart.
“Anyway, you didn’t expect us to stay away, did you?” Jewls unhooks the straps and hands the kids to Major.