Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
“My mouse and child were hungry.”
“Not that damn hungry.”
He dipped the fork in strawberry sauce. “You are just not used to being spoiled.”
“And you damned sure are highly accustomed to the spoiled life.”
“Damned right I am.” He licked sauce off the fork.
I bit my lip and relished in the sight of his tongue lapping at the metal.
He placed the fork on the plate. “You look like you want round two of my cock.”
“I was considering it.”
“Is that correct?” Kaz reached for my robe, opened it a little, and brushed his fingertips along my thigh.
“Yes, Mr. Lion. However. . .”
Kaz frowned.
“We have enemies, so we should—”
“If you say the word focus, I am going to stuff my cock down your throat.”
“Wow. It's like that?”
“Yes.” He moved the plate that was between us, closed the distance, and pressed his lips to mine.
I melted into him, reveling in the rock-solid bulk of him.
What would I have done without Kaz? How could I have lived without his strength and warmth? I would have never survived the devasting news of last night’s events if it had been anybody else but him giving it to me.
Kaz's replay of his time with my. . .other personality, had. . .made me feel like I was crumbling on the inside. My heart broke. My lungs filled with blocks of ice. My ribs ached.
Even on the beach, there were waves of panic, anxiety, sadness, and loss. I swore my soul and heart sank low as if I were being sucked down by quicksand.
All I could do was hold on to Kaz and gaze into those deep blue eyes.
He served as my anchor in the midst of a hurricane.
My refuge and my savior.
His comforting words had kept some of my anxiety at bay. Those large hands stopped me from drowning in grief and despair. Even, his cock had knocked a lot of the tension away.
I have to fix me, before the baby comes.
I leaned away from him.
He glared. “Come back.”
I returned. “We really do need to focus.”
“Do we now?”
“Yes, because—”
Kaz swallowed the rest of my sentence.
Desire snaked through me.
When he left my lips, he put his attention on the hollow below my earlobe. “It is true that our enemies are due to come, but our private time is now. Let’s respect that.”
“Still—”
“Still nothing.” Kaz lowered his head and breathed me in, exhaling slowly as he savored my scent.
Lusty shivers ran through me.
Nipping lightly with his teeth, he licked down to the base of my neck, sending ripples of pleasure down my spine.
A whistle sounded.
The noise didn't stop Kaz from opening my robe some more and scooping up my breast.
But, Harlem woke up and growled.
“You see that. Harlem is on the job.” Kaz leaned away and brushed my nipple over my thin gown. “With a secret weapon like Harlem how could you ever worry?”
“Mmmm.” I arched up.
The person whistled again.
Harlem rolled onto his feet and charged out of the lifeguard station. Tiny barks left him.
“Your pussy is so good.” Kaz circled the nipple. “I want some more.”
I sighed in pleasure.
Harlem's barking rose and began to echo around us.
Kaz watched my nipple harden under his finger. “I believe Harlem could take out Black Axe all by himself.”
Harlem's barks shifted to excited whining.
Kaz stopped rubbing my nipples and quirked his brows.
Harlem whined some more.
Next, the scent of weed smoke filled the space.
Frowning, Kaz moved his hand from my breast. “It appears our private time is about to get crowded.”
Excitement hit me. “Max.”
His voice rose in the air. “Yo, Em!”
Sighing in annoyance, Kaz sat up and began to rise. “Must he be so eager?”
I closed my robe. “He’s been gone for a while.”
Frowning, Kaz stood and then helped me up.
Now that I was standing, it gave me a new view of outside, that shoved me on edge. Instead of only Kazimir's men surrounding the lifeguard station, now Harlem Crew and some Perfumed Pansies had joined them.
O-kay. Did everyone have to get up this early?
I slid my feet into my slippers and headed away.
Kaz followed.
Outside of the station, the sun blazed in the clear blue sky.
Max stood by the bottom of the ramp, wearing a new designer suit that molded perfectly along his frame. He held Harlem in his arms and rubbed his ears. The puppy happily licked at his fingers and wagged his tail.
Several members of the Harlem Crew maintained three rows behind him, and every hand held a gun. Instead of gazing my way, they kept their views in front of them.
For some reason, my nerves flared on edge.
It’s a war. Everyone is on edge.
Still, a large part of me was excited to see Max. There'd been an emptiness inside of me when he went away with Jean-Pierre. Already from simply seeing Max, that space was instantly filling.
Thank God, he's back.
“You're getting big, Harlem.” Max's gaze left the puppy and went to me. “Alright, little guy. We'll talk later. Now I have to speak to your mommy.”