Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Then reality sinks back in. I know that's stupid. A childish fantasy. I barely know him. But still, my fate is sealed, and for whatever reason, I think I owe him that much.
I'm up the stairs two at a time. I stomp into my irritatingly lavish bedroom suite. I kick off my shoes one by one. They land somewhere expensive. I don't care.
Nothing here makes me happy. Things aren't important. There isn't a single thing in this world that matters to me. Only people. Maybe I know that better than most, because I have so much and yet so little. Two people in this world matter to me, and they're both gone, and I'm so alone. I feel like my insides are rearranging themselves.
"Deck." I whisper his name into my pillow as the tears come without any sound.
I'm still tasting you on my tongue, and I'm not losing you in the chaos. His voice, hoarse, in the parking lot. He hasn't lost me. I've lost him.
My thighs press together under the blanket without me telling them to. My body still wants him. My body doesn't care that my fate is sealed.
I may not know much about the world, but there are some things you don't need experience to understand.
Just one more kiss.
I squeeze my eyes together and wish hard. I even say a little prayer. I lie there until the room grows dark, my fingers go cold, and no more tears will come.
I'm empty.
I flip onto my back, gaze at the painted ceiling, and I can't stop the smile from spreading over my face. The most beautiful blue sky covers the plaster with cotton ball clouds drifting on top. My father had it done for us. He had mine and Leah's ceilings custom-painted like this, so we'd always feel free, even when we were here.
The irony of that thought hits me, and my chest tightens. There's a breeze rustling the branches outside my window, dappling the moonlight across my walls.
Then a sudden gust of wind shakes the tops of the trees, slamming a huge limb into the side of the house. I cover my ears, but as quickly as the wind starts, it stops.
When I open my eyes, the door to my balcony is wide open. Moonlight shines a path across the wood floor.
I look up once more at the ceiling. Smile. Pull my one remaining pink shoe out from under the bed.
I'm going to find Deck.
And I'm going to ask him to finish what he started on that desk.
11
Decker
Forty-eight hours since I had her under my tongue. My hands haven't stopped shaking once.
I isolated myself for too long. Maybe that's why I fell so hard and so fast. Maribelle. May. She chipped at the walls around me, and the whole goddamn thing just collapsed at once.
There was no buildup, no easing into it. I was fucking gone over this girl, and it makes zero sense, but I don't care.
This little thing has already torn up my otherwise orderly life, and I've spent all of thirty minutes with her.
Fuck.
All I know right now is I need to get to her. Whatever it costs, I'll deal with Victor. But first, I need to get my May behind my walls before sunrise.
"Ready, boss?" Allister comes in the office door as I'm shoving my fists through the sleeves of my leather jacket. I'd considered taking my Glock. Allister talked me down. Probably a good idea. One look at that slick dick's face, and I'd repaint it for him.
But I can't be there for May if I'm the one serving time, so I locked my 9mm back in the floor safe.
I don't think my dick has slept at all since I tasted her.
Fuck if she didn't brand her flavor on me with one lick. Fresh. Earthy. Sweet underneath, like she's been baking all day. I'm half out of my mind thinking about getting her under my tongue again.
And finally claiming her as my own.
I want her body around my cock. I can practically feel it already. Sounds like complete bullshit, but it's true. I'm forty-three years old, and I've never tasted a woman before her. Never fucked one either. I shut that part of me down a long time ago. Got easier with time to forget it ever existed.
But May has awakened the beast, and I'm almost afraid for her. When the time comes, the word gentle won't be in my vocabulary.
Allister's holding the door open as I stride out of the office. I barely notice the thick crowd filling the club. My mind is locked on one thing, and that’s getting to May.
I'm running through the way this might play out when we get to the estate where she… what? Lives? Is being held? It's secured, I'm sure, but I'll tear down the fucking walls to get to her if I have to. Failure isn't an option.