Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
• Twenty-Seven •
I had just shown her the heaven that did exist, and she’d let me taste it.
Thatcher
Her chest rose and fell as she lay there, asleep. The second orgasm had caused her to pass out, and she’d not come back around. Even when I had jerked off on her thighs and pussy lips, she’d not stir. The view of her lying there, asleep with her legs open and my cum coating her skin, was my version of holy.
I had lost it there for a moment. If she hadn’t blacked out, I’d probably still be between her legs, eating her like my last fucking meal. It was best for her that she had given in to her exhaustion.
I flicked my tongue out and licked my lips again, loving that her taste was still there. If I could wash my fucking clothes in the scent of her pussy, I would. I shouldn’t have put my mouth on her, but it had happened. Now, I would need to do it often. Who knew unfucked pussies tasted so damn good? I’d licked hundreds, and not one had ever made me lose my mind.
She’d brought him back here, thinking she was gonna take him inside. Let another man touch her. I’d said things that hurt her for her own benefit. Then, she’d gone and started dating some fucker who wasn’t a Bible-toting Christian. He’d have stuck his dick inside what wasn’t his. Or he’d have tried. I’d have sliced the offending appendage off first. Not in front of Capri, of course. She didn’t need to see that shit.
I brushed the hair back from her face. So damn perfect. Not meant for someone like me, but I’d not be able to watch someone else have her. I had taken it too far, and now, I wasn’t just protecting her. She was mine. I’d protect her from me too. Her pussy I’d keep pleased with my mouth. I hadn’t thought I would enjoy that, but I’d been wrong. I was gonna need it from now on. Smirking, I watched her curl up, arching toward the touch of my hand. She was gonna need it too.
My angel wasn’t tarnished. I’d left her just as perfect as she had always been. I had just shown her the heaven that did exist, and she’d let me taste it.
• Twenty-Eight •
It wasn’t a pissing contest.
Capri
The banging noise woke me, and it took me a moment to figure out what it was. The sound of Esther yelling my name, however, cleared that up. I tossed off the covers to get up when I realized I was naked. I stared down at my body, and it took about point-three seconds before I remembered.
Thatcher.
I touched my thigh as last night all started replaying in my head.
More banging on my door snapped me out of really good memories, and I got up. Going to my dresser, I grabbed an oversize T-shirt I slept in and tugged it over my head as I made my way to the door. She was going to scare my neighbors.
When I opened it, her eyes did a quick check on my body, seeing nothing wrong, and then she pushed past me to come inside.
“Oh my God, Capri! You scared me to death! I woke up with three missed calls and ten text messages from Tyron! What happened last night with Thatcher Shephard? It was Thatcher, wasn’t it? He said it was a guy you worked for—smoking a cigarette, had on a cowboy hat, gave off psycho vibes.”
I sighed, closing my door. I should have guessed that Tyron would call Esther. The fact that the cops never came, however, just dawned on me. I’d been too busy having orgasms last night to notice.
“I’m fine. It was Thatcher. He had some work stuff to talk about. He wasn’t being psycho. Tyron was being weird and refusing to leave.”
I needed coffee to handle this. Leaving her in the living room, I walked into the kitchen.
“He called the cops, Capri. The COPS. He clearly had a reason to think there was danger.”
I opened the cabinet to get out a coffee cup, then grabbed a pod for my machine. “The cops didn’t think it was important either, seeing as how they never came. We talked about my helping out until they fill their exercise rider position. It’s a lot to plan out and take on. We went over it. I told Tyron it was business, and it was. He saw Thatcher and got weird or jealous. I don’t know. You’ve seen Thatcher. He’s intimidating for other men.”
“Yeah, because he’s a murderer and in the Mafia.”
I rolled my eyes and covered my mouth with a yawn. I wished she’d leave and let me have my morning with my thoughts. Wait. Shit! What time was it? My eyes swung to the microwave. It was six forty. I wasn’t late yet.