Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I’m on my feet and halfway down the hall before I link the smell of bacon to Jordy’s absence. I hit the kitchen and brake. She’s standing in front of the stove, dressed in nothing but one of my t-shirts, frying bacon. She got free, but she stayed with me.
“Hey.” Her cheek curves in my direction and every bit of blood in me rushes to my dick. I lean against a cupboard, gritting my teeth against the demands of my morning wood.
“Did you sleep all right?” She covers the pan and turns fully to me. Her eyes snag on my erection. “Is that for me?” She colors sweetly, and padding over, drops to her knees in front of me. Her head tips back and her smile almost brings me to my knees. “Let me take care of you.”
Oh hell, yes.
She grips the base of my cock to make it jut out even further and swirls her tongue around the head.
A shudder of pleasure runs through me, striking at the base of my spine. “Fuck, Kit.” I tangle my fingers into her hair, tighten them into a fist. She lifts her eyes to mine as she takes me deep into her mouth, then down the back of her throat. I have to force myself not to think about the fucker who trained her to do this. I should be grateful because it’s the best damn blowjob of my life. Nothing compares to the feel of her swallowing me back.
I use my fist in her hair to direct her movements, pulling her on and off my cock. My thighs start to shake, balls tighten. Between her hands, lips, and clever darting tongue, I spurt into her mouth before the bacon burns.
Breakfast is good too.
“Damn, Kit, you can cook.”
She smiles down at her plate. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Fuck, yes,” I swear vehemently and she laughs. “No one’s cooked for me since…” I hesitate and her eyes fly to mine. “Since my mom,” I tell her honestly. “I haven’t even shared a meal with anyone.”
“I’m sorry.” She reaches over and squeezes my hand. I catch it and turn it over, cradling it in my rough fight-worn paws. It’s like catching a little bird. Small, soft, fragile. Unmarred.
“Me too.”
After a moment, she slips into my lap. My dick’s already responding, but I wait to see what she’ll do. Cupping my face in her hands she sets her forehead against mine. She rubs her face against mine and fuck if it doesn’t feel like absolution. The tightness in my chest eases a little.
Fates, she makes me soft.
“You eat enough?” I ask brusquely, and when she nods, I order her off my lap. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”
She doesn’t ask questions, just obeys, and I shepherd her out of my den and onto my bike.
She still doesn’t ask questions, even when I pull up to the battered black storefront with a sign in red script proclaiming “Custom Tattoos.” She hops off the bike and lets me guide her forward with my hand at her back.
“Guy here works on shifters. He did this.” I hold up my scarred arm, the one with the full sleeve. “He does all the wolf pack’s ink.” I pull her sketch book out of my jacket. “We got a few hours. Figured you could draw something and get it, if you like.”
Inside, I introduce her to Dick, the artist. Once she’s comfortable, I excuse myself. I made it clear that she doesn’t have to get anything if she doesn’t want to, but if she does, I’ll pay. I head outside to give her space. A tattoo’s a personal thing, and I’m just a guy she’s known a few days. She’ll have this ink forever.
Standing on the sidewalk, I make a few calls. One to the company that leases the theater to see if I can get any leads there. The line rings and rings. Nothing. I’ll see if Frangelico can make inquiries.
My phone buzzes with an incoming call. Declan doesn’t even say hello, just launches in. “There’s a fight tonight. Don’t forget.”
“I haven’t forgotten. Will you be there?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
“Great. I need you to watch Kit again.”
“No worries. She’s no trouble.”
I grit my teeth. “Actually, there might be trouble. Augustine knows I took her.”
A stream of curses meets that news. “Taking from vampires. That’ll get ya killed.”
“I know. I’m working on it.”
“You’re working on getting killed?”
“No,” I snarl. “I’m working on getting her free. I wanna know who leaked news that she’s with me.”
“Damned if I know. Probably one of the shifters ya fought, wanting to get back at ya. Ya have enemies, Grizz. And vampires know how to get information. Their spies are everywhere.”
Ugh. Dead end. Declan knows nothing. “Fine. But you’re gonna help me watch Kit. She’s not going back to Augustine, and that’s final.”