Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Blayke let loose. Bullets sprayed the vehicle in front of us, shattering the windshield, killing the engine, and taking out the passenger side front tire. And when the glass fell from their windshield, we were greeted with the sight of two very bloody, bullet-hole riddled men.
I eased to a stop, breathing hard. Blayke tossed the gun between his legs after putting on the safety, then grabbed the front of my shirt and tugged my torso over the center console. Then, his lips were on mine in an angry kiss that was bruising enough to make my lip split and bleed.
“You’re fucking crazy, little mama,” he growled. Then, he shoved out of the SUV without a word. He stood there for a second, hands on his hips, staring up at the sky. “FUCK!” he shouted. He glared at me, then stormed to the truck.
I sighed and leaned back in my seat. He was pissed. Guessed there was a first time for everything.
18
Blayke
It was pretty fucking rare I got truly angry. Did I get irritated? Sure. Everyone did, even the happiest of people. But actually raging fucking mad? Hardly ever. I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’d been like this.
And goddamn Noah fucking Wingate had accomplished it by putting her life in fucking danger. By doing something so fucking reckless. She could’ve been killed had I not acted fast enough.
I wanted to wring her little neck and fuck her stupid all at once. I was furious.
“Are you still mad?” she asked as we walked into Alejandro’s mansion, where two of his men had dropped us off after picking us up since Alejandro wanted the SUV we’d been using dealt with immediately. I’d given Noah the silent treatment all the way here, too afraid of what the fuck I’d say if I allowed myself to open my mouth. She’d let me stew in silence, but clearly she was done doing that now.
“Don’t ask stupid questions, Noah,” I muttered, heading for the living room, where I knew Alejandro kept his liquor. I wanted a beer, but I needed a couple of shots to take the edge off first.
“Oh, so now I’m Noah?” she asked, clearly following me. I gritted my teeth. “Couldn’t get you to use my name for shit before. All I had to do was piss you off, and—”
I spun to face her, damn near making her crash into me. Gripping her throat, I yanked her forward so she was flush with my body. She snapped her chin up, her brown eyes burning just as hotly as I knew mine were. “Watch yourself,” I growled. “I’m a hairsbreadth away from fucking snapping after the dumbass stunt you pulled earlier. You could’ve fucking died.”
She planted her hands on her hips, not even bothered by the way I was holding her throat. “My body, my life—”
“Wrong!” I barked. “When you became mine, little mama, you lost the right to decide when the fuck you might leave me.” And then, because I just couldn’t goddamn help myself when it came to her, I kissed her. It was hard, bruising, and rough, splitting her lip open once again and smearing her blood across my own lips.
Her fist connected with my cheek, and I jerked back. Both of us were breathing heavy, and blood began running from her lip and down her chin. With her cheeks flushed and her pink hair a mess around her shoulders, she looked so goddamn fuckable, my dick flexed behind my zipper, dying to be inside of her.
“Laying claim to me does not grant you the right to decide what happens with my body,” she snarled.
“Mama, you make all the decisions you fucking want about your body except when you leave me.” I gripped her hips, yanking her against me again. “Losing you is the one thing in this world I fucking fear, Noah.” Her eyes flared at my words, and I felt her soften the tiniest bit. “Don’t make me experience that. Don’t make me suffer through a life without you in it.”
She didn’t say anything else, just twined her arms around my neck and kissed me. I groaned and deepened the kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth. She granted me access without fight, moaning softly into our kiss. I walked us backward toward the couch, then abruptly spun her around to face it as soon as her ass met the arm.
“What—Blayke,” she hissed when I began to unfasten her tight jeans. “Anyone can walk in.”
“Then they can fucking watch,” I growled, yanking her jeans down around her thighs. She sucked in a sharp breath when I pulled her hips back. Despite her concerns about someone walking in, she draped herself over the arm of the couch, pushing her ass out even further for me.
Fuck.
No words were needed. I unfastened my cargo pants, pulled my dick out, pushed her thong to the side, then slid inside of her. She gasped, then moaned so loud, it echoed off the walls. No doubt, Geek was upstairs having to listen to this, and it made me smirk.