Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
I knew he was done processing when he declared, “I’m willing to risk you playing cowgirl.”
“Of course you are,” I muttered.
“Babe?”
“What?”
“Kiss me then fuck me.”
It was me blowing out a breath before I gave in.
“Oh, all right.”
I bent my head to take his mouth.
After doing that, I found my bronco liked to buck, but I put in the work, and I eventually got him appeased.
FOURTEEN
THREE JOBS
The hammering on the door the next morning made the three beings in my bed jump.
Though, only two reacted instantaneously, and one of those two was not me.
Jacques jumped off the bed and headed toward the front door, barking.
Knox slid out from under me.
I pushed up to my elbow in time to see him dragging on his jeans.
“It’s probably the Angels,” I guessed.
“Yeah,” he grunted supremely unhappily, and this surprised me so much, it lifted some of the fog of my sleepiness, and I focused more fully on him.
Perhaps it was because I wasn’t quite awake, along with the fact I was still reeling from all the drama, both good and bad (but especially good) from the last several days, but I couldn’t get a lock on why he seemed unhappy.
Sure, it wasn’t cool my chicks were hammering on the door like that first thing in the morning on a Saturday.
That said, they were my chicks, and last night was dramatic. So of course, they’d give me time to deal with my shit before that time was up (apparently, that time being now), and they came to check on me.
But I’d just been woken up by the pounding too, and I felt in the mood to cue up Katrina and The Waves “Walking on Sunshine” and dance around my apartment like Jack Black did in that record store in the movie High Fidelity (excluding the gross sex stuff that was still hilarious in the movie, but I would not be doing).
All of these thoughts took so much time, Jacques had come back to bark his what’s taking so long? Knox had his jeans buttoned and was prowling down my hall with a face full of thunder, Jacques, his stubby nose up in the air, chasing after him.
At this juncture, I realized my mistake at not also moving instantaneously.
Therefore, belatedly, I did that.
I fumbled around to find my undies, and when I located them, hastily pulled them up. I gave up digging out actual clothes and grabbed Knox’s shirt, shrugged it on and was racing down the short hall buttoning it, in time to see my second surprise of the morning.
Instead of barring the door, Knox had stepped aside, his hand on the door, his posture an invitation for the Angels to file in and interrupt our reunion.
Which they were doing.
I had six pairs of huge eyes on me in Knox’s partially buttoned shirt (and more than likely, wild sex hair) as I cleared the galley kitchen to step foot in the living room.
There, I stopped.
The only pair of eyes that weren’t on me were Joey’s, and they were affixed to Knox’s awesome, wide, defined, perfectly furred chest that was so magnificent, even his arm in a sling obscuring part of it did not lessen its impact.
“Uh, yeah, last night was a lot,” I started it. “But as you can see, Knox and I worked it out.”
Joey turned to me.
“I’m ruined for all other men,” she declared. “And I’m not even seeing the whole enchilada.”
“You guys have worked things out?” Raye asked.
I looked down at the shirt on my body.
I then looked at Knox to see he hadn’t done up all the buttons on his jeans. The top two were still loose, and he’d gone commando, so there was an eyeful there as well, and it was a happy eyeful. As such, I understood even more than I already did what Joey was saying, because I’d seen the whole enchilada.
Knox became aware of this situation and started to rectify it by finishing the buttons on his fly one handed after he closed the door and made his way to me.
Alas, he did this talking.
His voice was a pit of supremely agitated gravel when he confirmed, “Yeah, we worked things out. But it’s good you’re all here ’cause you got shit to work out with my woman too.”
Even though him going public right away with his “my woman” announcement made me feel all melty…
Oh boy.
“Knox—” I tried.
He positioned so his good side was at mine, and he used his arm to slide along my shoulders and haul me forcibly into his frame.
When he did this, all the Angels’ eyes got wide, this time, including Joey’s.
Those eyes also got happy.
But Knox kept speaking.
To my friends.
“When shit’s goin’ down, you do not leave her swinging.”
Okay, this was true, but it wasn’t his place to point that out.
I turned into him, put my hand to his abs, and pressed to his side. “Babe—”