Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I choked back the urge to jump to Blair’s defense.
I could still smell her sweet skin, taste her on my tongue, could still feel how fucking world-changing it felt to be deep inside her.
But this was not the time or place to defend her. If I wanted Ronny to talk, I had to not put her on the two of us at odds.
“He must have had reasons to stay,” I reasoned.
“You know Matt. He was too nice to tell her he couldn’t stand her anymore.”
A strange growl moved up my throat, and I had to cough to cover it.
“Here. Have a soda,” Ronny said, dipping into the fridge to grab me one. “It’s the air in here, so dry. But me and mine, we’re thinking of moving. Get somewhere warm and sunny. Away from the noise.”
Suspicion had me wondering if it was just Matt’s father’s retirement finally. Or if they thought they might come into money some other way.
“The whole family?” I asked.
“Yeah. Danny might have to hang behind for a few more months. Probation. But the rest of us, we’re moving on. Get a nice house on the beach.”
As far as I knew, there was nowhere in the country where you could get beachfront property without dropping a mint. And Ronny and her family? They never had two nickels to rub together.
I tamped down my anger and forced a smile.
“If anyone deserves an easier life, it’s all of you.”
“Exactly,” she agreed. “The city just isn’t the same without Matt.” That emotion, at least, seemed genuine. “So what did that bitch have to say?”
“Oh, we were just talking about her wedding, and she mentioned all of the images were on Matt’s laptop. She wanted access to them.”
“Why, so she can post about it on that hoity-toity blog of hers? Get all kinds of sympathy for the husband she treated like dirt?” Ronny rummaged around in a drawer, reaching into the back to pull out a pack of smokes, then leaning down to light it with the stove flame. She moved over toward the window, cranking it open, and blowing the smoke out. “Anyway, Matt’s laptop wasn’t there. I thought that ice princess stole it and hid it.”
She couldn’t steal something that, technically, belonged more to her than Matt’s mother. But that wasn’t going to help, so I kept it to myself.
“We looked all over for it. And his phone. And his tablet. I know he had them. Seen them with my own two eyes. But they were nowhere to be found.”
I was relatively sure that was honest. She was irritated about it, flicking ash carelessly into the sink.
We shared some more small talk that she kept circling back to Blair, which only managed to piss me off until I had to fake a phone call and leave.
I wanted to take a walk to calm myself down.
But being on the streets any longer than absolutely necessary was not a good idea until we found Matt’s laptop, tablet, or phone, and could figure out who he might have been in contact with.
So I dipped into a cab and headed back to the safe house.
Then I walked in.
And she’d been standing there in an uncharacteristically dressed-down black romper with a couple of white buttons down the front. Judging by the thin straps—and the way the material teased over the swells of her breasts—she wasn’t wearing a bra under it.
Suddenly, the perfect way to get rid of the tension coiled in my gut came to me.
I was across the room in seconds, my hand grabbing the back of her neck, and my lips crashing down on hers.
There was no hesitation as her hands rose to grab my forearms, then slid up to wrap around my neck.
Her lips were hungry on mine, tongue teasing, teeth nipping.
Turning her, I slammed her back against the wall, swallowing her moan, enjoying my lack of control.
Well, there was certainly more where that came from.
My hands moved out, grabbing the straps of her romper and dragging it down.
In one motion, she was naked, save for a barely-there pair of nude panties.
My hand glided down the curve of her hip, then slid into her panties.
“So wet for me already,” I murmured against her lips, getting a throaty moan in response as my thumb found her clit, then two fingers slid into her tight pussy.
Her head fell back, slamming into the wall, exposing that pretty neck of hers.
I leaned in, tracing up her throat with my tongue, then sucking the skin over her pulse point as I started to fuck her with my fingers.
“Tell me what you want,” I demanded, teeth nipping her earlobe, feeling her pussy tighten around my fingers in response. “Do you want me on my knees, face buried in your sweet pussy, or—”
I broke off at the pained sound that escaped her.