Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
So I settle for moving one of my hands down between my legs. Lach grunts out his approval but then pauses.
“Lose the shirt as well,” he orders.
I swallow around him and then pull back to whip the shirt over my head. Next come the sweatpants. At least I’ve got a nice lace bra on. I can already tell he likes it by the way his eyes are darkening.
“Ah Christ,” he says. “I love looking at those fucking tits of yours. So goddamn beautiful, ye are Mack. Now put your mouth back on me.”
I do. I suck him a little deeper this time, and he groans. My fingers are moving furiously inside the briefs I’m wearing, and his eyes are glued to them like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
“Harder,” he encourages. “Ye aren’t going to hurt me.”
I suck him harder, squeezing him with my fist. His hands are in my hair again, tangling through it as he loses his self-control. He’s completely guiding my movements now, pistoning his hips up into my mouth and taking what he wants from me. Something that would normally piss me off, but with Lachlan it’s hot. I’d never admit it to him, but I like letting him control me this way. I like this big, bad man bossing me around and telling me what to do and how to do it.
He’s getting close now. I can feel it in the way his body is tightening, his breath is stuttering, and the sexy noises he makes are getting louder. His grip is so tight on my hair it’s almost painful, but he doesn’t even realize it. He’s completely lost to the sensations. Lost to me.
“Show me those baby blues,” he grunts. “C’mon, Mack. Look up at me, sweetheart.”
I look up at him and he jerks into my mouth with a roar. The flood of come is unexpected, and yet I’m prepared for it. I swallow it all, and at the same time find my own release as I moan around him. When it’s all over, he pulls away and strokes my hair.
“Jaysus, Mack.”
He doesn’t say anything else, and I just smile up at him. The tension is gone from his body, and I know it’s because of me. My heart is doing that weird thing in my chest again. He’s looking at me like he can’t believe I’m real. And I don’t know why it affects me so much, but it does.
But, like me, Lachlan is hiding his own apprehension. The warmth of the moment doesn’t last long for either of us.
“You should be asleep,” he says when his breathing has calmed.
“That makes two of us,” I quip.
“Men like me don’t have that luxury. Ye should know that.”
I rest my chin on his thigh while I reach for his hand. An instinctive gesture, and once I have it, I’m not sure what to do with it. I start drawing little circles on his palm while I look up at him.
“So what do men like you do?”
“What kind of things did your father do?” he asks.
My grip on him tightens reflexively. “I don’t want to talk about him. It wasn’t the same.”
“Because he was good, and I’m not?” Lach supplies.
I shake my head. “That wasn’t what I meant.” I don’t know what I meant.
I know my father wasn’t perfect. But he’s gone now. And I only want to remember the good things.
“He brought ye into the middle of it,” Lachlan says softly. “Ye never stood a chance, sweetheart. He should have protected ye.”
Tears sting my eyes as I snatch my hand back. “You’re no different. No better. You guys get married and have kids too, right? Bring them into this life. How’s it any different?”
“Aye, we do,” he says unapologetically. “But we also protect them, with our lives if need be. No child of mine would ever be left to fend for themselves. Nor my wife, either, for that matter.”
I don’t know why he’s even bringing any of this up. His voice is tender, but his words are pissing me off.
“It’s not the same thing,” I repeat. “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand, Lachlan.”
“I’m trying to.” He pulls my hand back into his and links our fingers together. “I’m trying to understand ye, Mack.”
“Well, don’t,” I huff. “Unless you’re willing to divulge some things about yourself too.”
“What would ye like to know?”
There isn’t a bit of humor in his voice. He’s being open and honest with me, and I feel like it might be my only chance to ask him questions and get some real answers. I go for it with gusto.
“What kind of things does your outfit deal in exactly?”
He blinks at me and scrubs a hand over his face. “Ye know better than to ask something like that.”
“I do.” I shrug. “But I also know that I’ll be a dead woman anyway if I ever talk, so what’s the harm in telling me this one small thing? I want to know what I’m getting myself into.”
“Ye want the truth?” he asks.
I nod.
“Ye’re fucked, sweetheart. Ye’re never walking away from this. You’ll be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life if you try.”
I tighten my grip on his hand and search his eyes. His words aren’t threatening or filled with malice, just an honest truth. After what I saw last night, I knew there was no walking away. But I’m not certain that’s what he means.
“From you or them?” I clarify.
“We’re one and the same.”
“I don’t buy that,” I tell him.
He sighs, and his hand comes back to my face, his fingers brushing over my skin while he seems to come to some sort of conclusion in his own mind.
“I can’t let ye go, Mack,” he says. “The reasons don’t matter, so it’s better ye just accept it now.”
“So what will you do with me?”
He considers me for a moment, and I could almost swear I get a glimpse of guilt hidden in the gray of his eyes.
“I don’t know,” he says finally. “We’ll sort that out later.”