Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 121755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“You got anything to say to Amy, Duane?” Raye asked, positioning the phone screen toward Amy.
“Fuck you, you cunt,” Duane’s voice was heard over the phone.
Amy flinched.
“You bitches are badass!” Lotus could be heard on the phone.
“Don’t you worry,” Persia purred. “We got daddy taken care of right here.”
Amy looked away from the phone.
I wondered what they were doing on it, but then I instantly decided I didn’t want to know.
“I think that about covers it,” Raye said.
“You hearin’ her, boy?” Titus asked in a voice I’d never heard him use, and I hoped we were never in a situation where I heard him use it again.
I watched as he pressed the barrel of his gun harder against Dex’s temple when Dex didn’t respond.
“I asked if you’re hearing her,” Titus demanded while Dex wet his jeans.
Yuck!
“I-I’m hearing her,” Dex pushed out, red rushing up his neck in his humiliation.
“I get the sense you know what that means,” Titus said. “But let’s be thorough. If you fuck with Duane, if you fuck with my girls here, means you are personally fucking with me. And I know you’re at least smart enough to know not to fuck with me. And I can just say, I also know the waste these men lay when they got a job to do, so you fuck with me, it wouldn’t be fun, but I’d take care of you. They’ll play with you until they’re done, and word is, they’re insatiable with that shit.”
Amy was whimpering.
I was wondering if Titus was feeding him a line of bullshit so he wouldn’t do something stupid(er) later.
But Dexter was nodding rapidly.
Titus moved away, murmuring, “Good.”
I chanced a glance at Shanti to see how she was taking this awesome show of badassery.
But she was watching Liam.
Ugh.
However, Brady was aiming a sexy grin at Luna. She’d aimed one back.
And Knox was scowling at them.
Hmm.
Titus gave Raye a sign.
She moved out.
We moved out with her.
The men moved out after us.
In the end, Gabe took me to my car at AAHQ in his Wrangler.
And I followed him home.
Mission complete.
I’d already come.
Twice.
Gabe was still pounding inside me, probably partially because of his orgasm earlier in the day, and partially due to why I’d had two orgasms in quick succession.
Dispensing justice was a rush.
I was rearing back on all fours for all I was worth to help take him there when he slashed an arm across my chest, one around my belly, he yanked me up so we were flush and thrust up inside me again and again as he bit down on my neck through his climax.
Totally a biter.
That was totally going to leave a mark.
And I totally got off on it.
He held me close with both arms as he nuzzled my neck in his aftermath.
God, he was so sweet.
Then he pulled me off him, arranged me under the covers, took care of cleaning me up, joined me in bed, turned out the light, and snuggled me into him.
“So, are you guys really insatiable with, I don’t know, torture or whatever?” I asked in the dark.
He was immobile and silent for a second, before he burst out laughing.
I was taking that as a no, and glad to do it.
He snuggled me closer as his laughter abated, and he belatedly replied, “It depends on the situation.”
I got tense.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby, they only get that if they deserve it.”
Hmm.
“Or they piss us off.”
Hmm!
His voice dipped low. “Though, we aren’t men to mess with. You understand that, yeah?”
Oh yeah.
I understood it.
I nodded against his bulging, hairy pectoral.
That was good for us, because I could tell Dexter took Titus seriously, but if he knew about the Nightingale Men, we’d never so much as glimpse his face at a taco festival in the future.
Which reminded me, the taco festival was coming up.
I needed to jot that down on Gabe’s and my social calendar.
“Now, sleep,” Gabe ordered. “We have a lot of eating, lazing and fucking to do tomorrow.”
I laughed softly.
Gabe gathered me closer.
I closed my eyes.
And tucked naked, safe and satisfied to my naked man, living the dream, I, Willow Knightley, fell fast asleep.
Our morning started with waking and fucking, and now we’d advanced to the lazing portion.
I’d gotten up to brush my teeth, wash my face, moisturize and put on Gabe’s tee.
He’d gotten up to make coffee (and brush his teeth).
Now he was coming back with that coffee and a plate of what looked like unwrapped Entenmann’s mini crumb cakes.
I was about to give him shit about having Entenmann’s (even though they were delicious) when he was sleeping with a baker, but he grouched, “I have no idea where half the shit in my kitchen is now that Mom barreled through it.”
He’d already complained about this last night during the making of the pork chops.
“We’ll change it back,” I told him, before I advised, “You just have to let moms be moms.”