Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
“Oh.” She breathes a sigh of relief. “What kind of gathering?”
“A private one.” I smile and pocket the keys before climbing out of the truck. A stiff breeze blows in from the Sound, rustling through the treetops. Seagulls scream overhead, their cries mingling with the sounds of traffic and the voices carrying from restaurant patios. Friday Harbor is never quiet at this time of day.
I circle around the truck and open Raven’s door, helping her down. I shouldn’t do it, but I slide her down my body, gritting my teeth when my cock immediately stiffens in my pants. Keeping my hands off her is an exercise in futility, but I’m trying like hell to behave. She needs a break. I was rough with her last night.
I couldn’t stay out of her this morning either. She slept in my bed where she belongs, her naked ass nestled against my cock. I ate her for breakfast and then fucked her as the sun rose. Thought about calling in to stay in bed and do it again, but knew if I didn’t leave the house, she’d be too sore to move today.
She stumbles into me, her breathing choppy when her feet finally touch the ground. She has stars in her eyes. I love that look on her face, as if she thinks I’m something special, something mighty. Does she know she could fell me with a single word?
“Come on,” I growl, determined to get her inside before I lose the willpower to do it at all.
We walk hand in hand to the church.
“You have a key to a church?” she asks, wide-eyed when I pull it from my pocket to unlock the side door.
“I’m a cop.”
“Oh, yeah.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Got tired of waking the pastor up in the middle of the night every time we had to come and deal with another break-in, so he had keys made for me and Rodrigo.”
“People break into churches?” The horror in her voice is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Afraid so, princess,” I say. Churches get broken into frequently. People think they keep cash lying around. When they can’t find that, they grab laptops, gift cards…whatever they can carry. Criminals are criminals even in houses of worship.
“Wow,” she mumbles, shaking her head like she’s completely disappointed in the human race.
I flip the lights on and lead her into the sanctuary. The church is small, with a center aisle and a dozen pews on each side. An organ sits at the right side of the stage up front, a grand piano on the left. I lace our fingers together and pull her up the aisle toward the piano.
“This is why we’re here, songbird.”
“Oh,” she whispers, reaching out to trail her fingers along the keys. And then she snatches it back at the last second and peeks around. “Are you sure it’s okay?”
“I cleared it with the pastor. You have permission to practice here right up until the show on Friday,” I say, handing the key to her with a flourish.
“Seriously?” She gapes between me and the key.
“Seriously. It’s all yours, sweet Raven.”
She squeaks and flings herself at my chest. I catch her, dropping the key in the process. It bounces against the wooded floor at our feet. Somehow, she ends up in my arms, my hands on her ass. Our lips crash together, our kiss hot and heavy.
I dive in again and again, drinking from her lips like she’s wine. My hands rove all over her ass, squeezing, kneading…doing things they damn well shouldn’t be doing in the middle of a church. Christ, not even Jesus could blame me for this. She’s too sweet.
I reluctantly break the kiss, pressing my forehead to hers with a groan. “You keep kissing me like that, we’ll be doing a whole lot of things in this church that aren’t sanctioned by Pastor Bob or the Holy Spirit, sweet Raven.”
She laughs softly, the sound full of happiness. My stomach clenches, my cock throbbing. Does she have any idea what she does to me? How wild I am about her?
“No way,” she says, squirming for me to put her down. “I need to get into heaven.”
“Yeah? Why is that?”
She beams at me over her shoulder, her blue eyes bright. “It’s where you’re going.”
“What’s up, my man?” Michael Kincaid asks. “You bored as fuck on your little island and ready to come work for the big boys yet?”
“Nope,” I say, grinning. Kincaid works for the DEA’s gang unit in Seattle. He’s a chameleon, the last person you’d expect to be as smart as he is, and yet he knows everything there is to know about gangs and gang crime. He’s been shot, stabbed, and left for dead more than once, but they never manage to kill him. When you need info, he’s the guy you call. He can find out anything about anyone. He’s the scariest motherfucker I know. Criminals with brains respect him. Those without sense quickly learn to fear him. “Hell will freeze over before I come work with your crazy ass, brother.”