Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
My moans were screams. One foot scrabbled for purchase, the other hung over the tub—kicking and jerking with each soul-wracking, pleasure-filled surge that ransacked my body with every strike of that secret spot.
“P-purple! Yes, yes, fuck yes! It’s purple!”
He grunted. The hard line of his muscled shoulders and arms rippled. The tigers danced with my tits as he launched on and off the tub like a springboard. “Next. Who’s better in bed? Me, Rhodes, or Alex?”
“What the—!” I might’ve whacked his arm if my eyes weren’t too crossed for me to see. “I’m not answering that!”
“I see.” He managed to sound mournful even as he plowed my pussy like a land hoe. “Then you’ve chosen war.”
“Micah,” I laugh-screamed. “Don’t—”
“Now, I’ll have to break you.”
Micah latched on to my nipple, trying to suck the happy slut clean off while bouncing me off his lap.
If he was trying to get me to talk, he was going entirely the wrong way about it. I couldn’t summon anything to my lips other than grunts, moans, and screams.
My body came alive under his power. Both secure and captive in his arms, every cell exploded with white-hot heat and contracted my walls around his thick, bulging cock.
The man was so big he was stretching me out like pliers, but despite his incredibly inappropriate question, I couldn’t rank him against Rhodes if I wanted to. Sex with Rhodes was incredible in all the ways, but also different ways. And even though I never had the pleasure of bedding down Alex like a bale of hay, our bodies were two alternating currents that would electrocute anyone who touched us. I felt alive when I was near him—even if that spark of life was fueled by raging annoyance.
The fact was that all of these men had a piece of my soul, and that truth had only gotten deeper and stronger since we were reunited ten years later.
“I love you,” I cried, riding on an orgasmic wave of rushing, crashing ecstasy.
“Course you do, but that was not the answer I was looking for.”
“Micah!”
He struck that spot and I burst, exploding all over his cock and screaming myself hoarse as ordered. My pussy clamped down on him, milking and pumping him for every grunted drop.
We went boneless, collapsing in the two inches of water left of our bubble bath.
“Wow,” I breathed. Grabbing his face, I kissed the crap out of him. “You’ve been holding out on me, baby.”
“No, you’re holding out.” My eyes grew wide in face of his devilish smirk. “But I’m going to get the truth out of you, woman, if it takes all day and night.” Micah bit my nipple, chasing pleasure and pain through my body until it escaped as a breathy moan. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
“HE, IN FACT, DID NOT fuck me all day and night,” I confirmed. “If only because Lily came bursting into the hotel room, calling for me, so I had to scramble my butt out of the tub and get dressed. But, Court...” I shuddered. “You’ve never had an orgasm until you’ve had an orgasm from Micah and Rhodes. I mean... wow.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” she replied, amusement lacing her voice. “But sweet and sexy Mr. Nicolas Stevens is supplying my orgasms these days, and I’m a one-man girl.”
“Since when?”
“Hey!” she barked, making me bust up on my end of the phone. “But seriously, babe, it’s good to hear you laugh again. You sound like you’re getting your happy back. I love that for you.”
“Thanks.” I glanced over my shoulder.
Alex and Lily were at the living room table working on her homework. Micah was setting the table and Rhodes was in the kitchenette dishing the takeout. Yes, this was my happy.
“But I’m not quite there yet. This pit in my stomach will never go away. Not until I know the truth of what happened to Mrs. Prado, Layton, and Omma. Not until the killer is caught.”
“You’ve ruled everyone out?”
I shrugged. “As much as an amateur detective trained on crime shows and mystery books can. There’s just no one left to talk to,” I said. “I know we tossed around the idea that one of the cops could’ve done it, but we just keep coming back to the same problem: why now?
“Any grudges someone had against my mother was going to be settled by the cancer. It makes no sense that someone would go out of their way to murder an old, sick woman that couldn’t hurt anyone anymore. There had to be some reason,” I hissed, falling back in the familiar pattern that quickly. “An urgency. A desperation that drove them to kill Mrs. Prado and strike in a house full of cops.”
“Well, there could be someone who knows.” There was an odd note in her voice. “You haven’t actually spoken to everyone yet. You haven’t... gotten the truth about that night from everyone yet.”