Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
“She still may. We cataloged the items she took and the amount she destroyed. Altogether, it’s worth about fifteen thousand.”
“Fuck,” Chase hisses. “I thought she took a few handbags and knick-knacks.”
“Dad made me log everything. She wrecked the main living areas, but it was my stuff she damaged. My bedding, toiletries, make-up, etc. I discovered she stole the jewelry Joseph gifted me. I’d put it away, not wanting a reminder of him. When we got in here on Tuesday, Talon had a list of things for me to inventory. The jewelry is gone.”
“And all that equaled fifteen K?”
“Well,” I leer sadly at a box on top. “She destroyed a lot of my clothes.”
Bex gasps, dropping Chase’s hand and yanking me into her. She understands I’m not saddened by the loss of my scrubs. “Your Lulu!”
“My Lulu,” I confirm.
“Am I missing something?”
“Honey, I’ll explain later. But for now, just mourn the loss of Will’s only retail obsession.” Bex talks gently with sympathy.
“No need to dwell, we will go on a replacement mission. You’ll have a new collection in no time.”
I smile at my grandma’s cheery optimism.
“Well, at least Talon doesn’t have too much to move.”
I swing my head to my brother. “What did you say?”
“Considering you’re moving in, there’s not too much to haul over there.”
“I am not moving in with him.”
A quietness settles in the room, and my grandma is the first to break it with a muffled laugh.
“Squeak,” my brother’s eyes light with hilarity, “you know how you were the last to know about Bex and me? Don’t be clueless.”
“I’m not moving in with him.”
Bex vibrates against me. “Willow, it’s already happened. You’re meeting his parents this weekend. Stop fighting it.”
“Well, shit.” Apparently, I am the last to know.
25
TALON
“You gonna finish up in there tonight? Or should I order a pizza?”
When there is no answer, I tap on the door. “Lo, let’s get a move on.”
More silence.
“Princess?” I jiggle the handle, finding it locked.
“I’m not feeling well,” she calls through the door.
Lynden and Chase both warned me Willow was going through the motions, but as the afternoon wore on, her anxiety seeped in. I wanted her family here tonight, but Rosie declined for everyone.
She insisted this was something Willow needed to get through.
“You don’t feel well, we’ll call off dinner.”
“No! You can go without me.”
There’s noise behind the door, and I give her a full minute before picking the lock.
She jumps a foot in the air when it swings open. “What are you doing?!?”
The ringing in my ears isn’t caused by her loud shriek; it’s because all my blood rushes to my dick at the sight before me.
Willow’s dark hair hangs in a wave of curls, her eyes lined with a goldish sparkle that highlights the shade of her irises, her lips shimmering. My eyes travel over the dress that hugs her body.
Absolutely fucking stunning.
“What are you doing!” she repeats.
“Right now, trying to figure out how fast I can fuck you.”
“That door was locked for a reason.”
She props her hand on her hip, tapping her foot and huffing out, “It’s not appropriate to break into locked rooms.”
“Gave you warning.” I pop open my jeans and step forward, hauling her to me.
She seems to forget her snit, her eyes widening when my cock presses into her. “We can’t.”
“You’re so goddamned gorgeous, Princess, not sure I can stop myself.”
“Please, I have to focus.” Her plea isn’t convincing.
My hand glides up her dress, my fingers scaling over a strip of lace. Her breath hitches when I slide them under the fabric and along her pussy.
She grips my shoulders as I play with her, strumming along her folds and clit. Her hips buck into my hand and I bend to her lips. “Focus on me, baby.”
Two fingers slide inside, scissoring and twirling, teasing her until she’s drenched.
“My dick is fucking throbbing to be inside you.”
Her tongue darts out, caressing my mouth, and she lowers her hand, fumbling with my zipper until I’m free. My fingers sweep along her inner walls once more before slipping out and curling along the thin strip of fabric at her hip. One yank and it snaps, falling to give me full access.
Surprise and desire flare in her eyes. She holds my stare, wrapping her legs around my waist and hitching up. Slowly, I ease her onto my cock. She lets out a soft gasp, rolling her hips to adjust.
“You good?”
“Please don’t mess up my hair and make-up.”
“You saying that means your mind is still somewhere else.” I drive up, her muscles clenching in response. “Get here with me, Princess.”
“I’m here, honey.”
“Do you feel me?”
“Hard not to.”
I fight my grin at her pun.
“Every fucking inch of that is yours. Never in my life has a woman made me so hard at just the sight of her. Every fucking time I see you, my cock stirs.”