Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Come here,” he said, moving to his side and taking me with him. Surrounded by his arms. He pressed a kiss to the side of my head and sighed in contentment. “We have to get you on birth control. Now that I’ve fucked you bare and emptied my load in you, I can’t seem to stop.”
I smiled into his chest. He wanted me on birth control. There would be more of this. Of us. I was his. He’d said so.
“Okay,” I agreed.
He ran his fingers through my hair and played with it as my eyes grew heavy. At some point in my childhood, I’d given up on belief in God or heaven. But I’d been wrong. There was a heaven, and I’d found it. Right here in Luther’s arms.
Thirty-Six
Luther
Lace didn’t stir when I got out of bed. I watched her sleep peacefully as I pulled on my boxers and picked up my clothes. Taking the covers, I straightened them and bent down to kiss her cheek before taking my gun and heading for the door. She hadn’t been sleeping since leaving me, and she needed the rest. As much as I wanted to stay in bed with her, it was after nine, and I knew there was a good chance Mal would be here soon to get her. I had to handle that. How exactly, I wasn’t sure, but she belonged here. She wanted to be here.
Opening the door, I stepped into the hallway and barely had a chance for it to register that I wasn’t alone when Mal’s fist connected with my jaw. I reached up and rubbed it, glad he’d not gone for my nose.
“That’s the only one you get,” I warned him.
“She’s my daughter! You fucking sorry-ass son of a bitch!” he snarled at me.
I nodded. “Yeah, she is. And she’s also a grown woman.”
“I don’t give a fuck how old she is! She has lived a life of hell! Goddamn, Luther, you know more than anyone what she’s suffered. Yet you still took advantage of her!”
I shook my head. “No, I didn’t.”
“You’re carrying your clothes, walking out of the room she’s sleeping in,” he said, pointing at the door. “And don’t tell me that’s not Lace in there because I checked the other rooms to be sure. They’re all empty. Even yours.” He was red in the face; he was so damn worked up.
“It’s not what you’re thinking,” I explained.
He needed to calm down before he had a damn stroke.
“Not what I’m thinking?” he asked acidly. “What, you didn’t fuck her? I’ve known you for too damn long to believe that bullshit.”
“Okay, well, that part—”
He moved like he was about to take another swing, and I pulled out my gun from under my clothes.
“I said you only get the one hit. And that’s just because she’s your daughter.”
His eyes dropped to my gun, then shot back up at me. “You’re a sick bastard. She’s suffered, and you…you just what, decide that because you found her, it gives you the right to use her and abuse her trust in you?!”
“I’m not using her!” I growled angrily.
“Well, what the hell do you call it?” he demanded.
The door opened behind me, and I closed my eyes and sighed. We’d woken her up. I hadn’t wanted her to see or hear this. Plus, dammit, she needed the rest. I’d been letting her sleep.
“What’s going on?” she asked hesitantly.
I turned back to look at her. Thank God she’d put on the long white bathrobe I kept in the guest bathrooms.
I slipped the gun back under the clothes I was holding. “I’m sorry we woke you.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she reached up and touched the side of my face gently, and then her eyes swung over to Mal. I’d never seen her scowl. Hell, I’d never seen her angry.
“Did you hit him?” she demanded.
Her sharp tone sent my eyebrows shooting up. Yep, definitely never heard her use that tone of voice either.
“Get your things, Lace. We’re going home.”
She crossed her arms, but the defiance in her gaze was making my dick hard. Probably not the best time for that, seeing as Mal was ready to kill me.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m an adult. I am thankful that you want me in your life. But I’m not a child. And Luther has done nothing wrong,” she said, taking a step in front of me like she was going to defend my ass with her tiny, little, cute-as-fuck body.
“You don’t know Luther. I do. He’s not some hero. He’s not a good guy. I want you to have all that was robbed from you.”
She stiffened as if he’d just insulted her. “Don’t talk about him like that! Technically, none of you are good guys. You’re criminals in the eyes of the law. To me, he’s been…he’s been everything I was missing in life. He is every wish I didn’t know to make.”