Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Her dark hair fell over the side of the sofa, and I wondered if it felt as silky as it looked. I also wondered just how tight her little pink cunt was, but I wasn’t going to go there. At least, I didn’t think I was. She was living under my roof, and that was never a good idea. But then for how much longer? She’d be released soon.
What was I thinking? How the hell would I fuck her like this? I couldn’t even raise my arm.
She began to stir, and I watched as the pale beauty started to wake. It was a captivating sight. I wished it weren’t, but what the fuck? I might as well enjoy it. I didn’t have to worry about her not wanting to leave or getting clingy. She was the first female I’d ever had in my house who wanted to run away. When it was time for her to go, she would do so happily. Instead of feeling relieved, a tightness in my chest, not caused by my wound, started to form.
Slash, who had been sleeping on his bed beside me, was now up and making his way around the bed toward her. I was surprised he hadn’t slept on the floor by her. My injury must had trumped his infatuation with her.
Dark lashes fluttered, and then there they were. Blue eyes staring right at me. First, she was confused, and then she blinked, her focus clearing as she sat up a little too quickly.
“Oh!” she said, as if surprised to find me here.
“Morning,” I drawled, then grunted from the pain getting worse as the meds wore off.
“That wasn’t a dream then,” she said, her brows puckering.
“Nope.”
She looked at my bandaged shoulder, then pushed the blanket off her and stood up. She was dressed in a large pink flannel pajama top and matching bottoms that stopped mid-thigh, showcasing her long legs.
“I, uh…are you okay?”
I slowly raised my focus from those legs to meet her eyes. “Not really. Bullet hole and all.”
“You really got shot then?” she asked.
Slash was in front of her then, and she began to rub his head in greeting without taking her eyes off me.
I smirked, then winced. “Didn’t you get this info last night from Burl?”
She nodded her head slowly. “Yes, but I thought it was a wine-induced dream.” She waved at the sofa. “Until I woke up here and…” She was looking at my shoulder again. “You are there, and I’m definitely awake.”
“I am, and this hurts like a son of a bitch. Did he leave anything for the pain, as I don’t seem to be hooked up to a drip?”
Her eyes widened, and she hurried over to me. “Yes, he did, um…” She began scanning the items on the bedside table furthest from me. “Here, this is the pill he said to give you.”
She brought it around to my side, and I held out my good arm so she could put it in my hand.
“Water?” I asked.
“Right.” She nodded and picked up the bottle beside me, opening it and holding it out. “I’m supposed to call him if you need something.”
I swallowed the pill and then took a long drink of the water before handing it back to her. “Thought he left you to deal with my needs,” I told her.
She frowned again. “About that—shouldn’t you have a nurse here? I-I’m not trained to deal with things like this.”
That caused me to chuckle, and, fuck, it hurt. “Don’t need a nurse,” I told her. “You’ll do just fine.”
Although she was right. I liked having her in here. Couldn’t say that was a good thing, but I’d been shot, saving a man’s life, so why not indulge? Treat myself to the eye candy and company.
My phone started ringing on the nightstand.
“Can you hand me that?” I asked, knowing I couldn’t turn over to get it just yet.
She picked it up and handed it to me without glancing at the screen. Had to say, I respected that. She wasn’t nosy.
Opal’s name, however, only caused me to sigh deeply.
“Hello,” I said, holding the phone to my ear.
“What the hell happened? You don’t go on runs anymore! Why were you there?” She sounded frantic.
One of her brothers must have told her. Dammit.
“Had to. It was Rich. My employee, my problem. And I’m fine. It was a through-and-through. No serious damage.”
“What happened with Rich? He’s not a cokehead now, is he?”
“No, but he has a gambling problem—or had one. Don’t think that will be an issue again.”
“Why couldn’t Ransom have taken Bane and Oz? They could have dealt with it.”
“I dealt with it just fine. I was the one who blocked the bullet meant for Rich’s head.”
She was silent for a moment, and I lifted my gaze back up to see Bay biting her bottom lip as she stared at me. Slash was back at her side. This was probably more information than she needed to hear, but she was in this now. She knew enough.