Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
I turn and walk out of the bedroom to the kitchen, opening the shades in the room and then taking out some bacon and eggs. I’m starting to fry the bacon when I hear hissing coming from the door to my bedroom. He puts his hand over his eyes, and one is closed. “That’s bright as fuck.” I look over my shoulder, seeing him standing there in black boxers as he comes into the kitchen.
“I said to stay in bed,” I snap at him.
“I missed you.” He puts his hands on my hips and smells me. “Would it be okay if we perhaps closed the blinds a bit?”
“Okay, fine.” I move away from him as his hands fall from my hips. “I’ll close the shades, but you can go and watch me from the couch.”
“But if I help you, then you’ll be finished faster and we can get back to bed,” he reasons at the same time the phone rings from the living room.
I walk around the counter. “You are the worst patient I think I’ve ever met in my life,” I scold, grabbing my phone and seeing it’s Lexi calling, “and I worked in a hospital, so that is saying something.” I answer the phone, putting it on speaker.
“Hello,” I say and then quickly add, “you’re on speakerphone.”
“Got it, so say nothing bad about Knox,” she jokes, and I laugh as I make my way back into the kitchen.
“Why would she say anything bad about me?” Knox asks and his voice isn’t low.
“So I’m guessing you didn’t kick him out of your house when he showed up at your front door unannounced.”
“I did not kick him out of my house.” I stop in front of him and put my hand on his face and look into his blue eyes. I move my thumb back and forth on his cheek. “He was injured, so I wasn’t just going to toss him out.”
He rolls his eyes. “Good to know you have empathy,” Lexi deadpans. “Anyway, your brother wants to know what time you are coming over for lunch?”
I look over at the clock on top of the stove and see it’s ten thirty. “I was about to make the grumpy patient breakfast,” I tell her. “But if you want to have lunch in about an hour and a half, I don’t have to.”
“We can do noon,” she confirms. “Will both of you be coming for lunch?”
I look at him. “Do you want to come with me?”
He closes the distance between us and puts a hand on my hip. “Yeah,” is all he says as he looks down at me. “I have to go home first and change, but we can go.”
“Okay, we’ll be there soon,” I tell her and disconnect. “Do you want to shower here or at your house?”
“Do I get you in the shower here or at my house?” he counters my question with his own.
“There is no way I’m taking a shower in your shower, unless I get ready at your house.”
“Whatever you want, Kylie. I just want to know if I’m going to fuck you here and then at my house or just fuck you twice at my house.” He pushes the hair off my shoulder and away from my neck before he leans down and sucks the side of my neck. “Decision made.” He wraps an arm around my waist and picks me up. “Fuck you here then at my house,” he declares, carrying me back to my bedroom and straight to my bed. There he fucks me hard and fast before getting off the bed and grabbing my ankle and pulling me off. “Let’s shower here, and then we can just fuck at my house, and I can get dressed.”
“I’m not going to get undressed at your house; you can save your strength for later.”
“Well, I’ll be undressed,” he mentions as he walks to my bathroom and turns on the water to the shower, “so you can maybe get on your knees.” He winks at me, and I shake my head.
“You’re lucky I like you,” I tell him as I step into the shower.
“You like me.” He steps in with me. “That’s good to know.” He kisses my lips. “That is very good to know.”
The shower ends up with him accidentally bending me forward and sliding into me from the back. We are rushing out of my house an hour later, me wearing my light-blue jeans with a short-sleeved white top and a light gray, almost cream-colored sweater. He walks out wearing his suit from last night. His shirt open at the collar and the sleeves rolled up, while he holds his jacket in one hand and my hand in his other.
I get into the SUV and watch him get in the passenger seat. I lean over to kiss his lips before I start the car and head over to his house. I follow him into the house and then up the stairs to his room. He walks into the closet and he throws his suit jacket on the chair and then the pants. The shirt follows while he grabs a pair of black joggers and then stops in front of me, “I like having you here,” he says, kissing my lips before walking over and grabbing a T-shirt and a sweater with the team logo on it and his number in the corner. I make a mental note of perhaps stealing that sweater and keeping it for myself.