Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68509 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68509 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
At the last one, my brows pinched.
“We need protein. Fun food is great, but we need protein after all that. We feel alright now. But that’s mostly relief. The effects of… all that are going to settle in eventually.”
He wasn’t wrong about that.
After the food, vitamins, rehydration, lotion, and a little first aid, then rolling around in the sheets and falling asleep in each other’s arms, I woke up feeling downright… awful.
It was amazing how the human body could just… distract you from all your aches and pains to keep you going in a survival situation. But once my nervous system knew I was safe, it all settled in, amplified.
Just turning over seemed to sap all of my strength. I hurt in places I didn’t know could hurt. I felt all-over cold. My head screamed.
It was like the flu.
Dialed up to a hundred.
And, well, I had a history of being an epically bad sick person.
Poor Wick, likely suffering himself, had to deal with a whiny, grumbling, achy, miserable me for three days in that hotel room.
“Feeling a little better?” Wick asked when I came out of the bathroom after a shower.
“Thank God, yeah.”
“I was starting to worry I needed to take you to the doctor. Was having all sorts of concerns about that waterfall bath and the claims on the filter system.”
“I think my body was just… readjusting to not being in survival mode. Thanks for not cutting and running. I know I’m a terrible sick person.”
“You did throw a bottle of electrolytes at my head,” he said, touching his mark-free temple.
“You were practically waterboarding me with those things,” I said, walking up to where he was sitting off the edge of the bed.
I reached out, touching the side of his head, finding the goose egg had gone all the way down.
“They’re probably what helped you finally shake all that,” he told me, his hands going to my hips, pulling me between his legs. “I’ve been talking to your father.”
“Wait… what?”
“Your phone kept ringing. But you were practically catatonic. I didn’t want them to worry any more than necessary, so I answered.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks.”
“Adler is a fucking cool guy,” Wick said, shaking his head in wonder. And, yeah, my father did have that effect on a lot of people. If it wasn’t his strange, hard-to-pin-down accent, it was his years traveling the world, followed by decades working as a gun-running outlaw biker.
“Yeah, he is.”
“He’s also crazy connected. He… got me everything I could possibly need to prove my innocence. And also got some attorney named Rosie to work on my case, since my lawyer had been all but useless.”
“What did Rosie say?” I asked, my heart feeling constricted in my chest.
“He said…,” Wick started, reaching up to pull the knot in my robe free. “That he has more than enough evidence to not only prove my innocence, but send my uncle, his CFO, and his cartel-buddy partner to jail for life in my stead. So, you are free to turn me in at any time. Collect your money. Then he will get me off.”
“Any time, huh?” I asked as his warm hands moved up my belly to close over my breasts.
“Well, maybe tomorrow,” he said, rolling my nipples. A long moan escaped me.
My hands went up, pulling off my robe, leaving me standing there completely bare to him, my skin still pink from the shower.
A groan escaped Wick as he pulled me forward until I was straddling him.
His face buried between my breasts, breathing me in, his beard scratching my sensitive skin in a way that made my belly go liquid.
It had only been a few days. But the way my body heated, reacted, ached, made it seem so much longer.
Wick twisted, dropping me onto my back, then came over me, his lips claiming mine for a long moment before moving downward.
He teased over my breasts, down my belly, then settled between my thighs, licking, sucking, and fingering me until I was writhing, begging, then crying out as the orgasm claimed me.
He kept working me after, driving one orgasm toward another, but stopping before it could rack my system.
My objection was cut off, though, when his weight pressed into mine, and his cock slid lazily inside me.
We both moaned at the sensation, our desire unhurried as we moved slowly together, fingers touching, kissing long and deep.
But even with the slow pace, the desire sparked, spread, grew, driving us both toward that edge, leaving us breathless and tense before the orgasm crashed through me, making the world shatter. My cries filled the room as Wick’s forehead pressed to mine, thrusting through my orgasm, then coming at the end of it, buried deep inside me.
We stayed wrapped up for a long time after, bodies coming down from the pleasure. But not, it seemed, from the emotions it stirred up.