Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I let my eye roam the entire scene, smiling back at Emmalyn when she looks up from her perch on Kincaid’s lap. Next, they find the red hair of the woman who helped rip Kid and me apart. I try to steel my face to not give her the satisfaction of knowing that she affects me.
She looks at me, then Kid, then down at our clasped hands. She nods at me and gives me a quick smile. There is no malice in her features, only acceptance of the situation. A lightness hits my chest when I realize that my worries over Snapper may have just ended. We’ll never be friends, but I don’t think I have to worry about her trying to go after Kid or manipulate another situation again.
Kid walks us around and chats with a few members who aren’t familiar to me. He keeps my hand in his or has his arms wrapped around me the entire time. I finally feel like I’m his. The poker game breaks up, and we walk over to Em who is behind the bar mixing drinks.
“You guys good?” Emmalyn asks as she shakes something in a silver tumbler.
I look up at Kid the second he looks down at me. “We’re getting there,” I answer.
He smiles and kisses my forehead.
Kincaid steps behind Emmalyn and wraps his arms around her, leaning down and placing his chin on her shoulder.
“Something to drink, Khloe?” Kincaid asks with a smirk.
I hold my hands up in front of me and shake my head. “Never again,” I groan thinking about my bender from the other night.
He chuckles, and Em slaps him on the chest at his joke, clearly knowing what my answer would be.
“See you guys tomorrow,” Kid says tugging on my hand and pulling me toward the hallway.
Emmalyn gives me a knowing wink. My cheeks flush with embarrassment walking out of the room with Kid, knowing that everyone knows exactly what we’ll be doing in just a bit.
We walk down the hall and Kid tries to keep on going to his room. I pull my hand from his shaking my head.
“Never again,” I tell him. “I can’t go in there.”
I see the pained look in his eyes when he realizes why I don’t want to go back into his room. That place is no longer sacred.
He cups my face with his hand and kisses my lips gently. “I’m so sorry, Sweet Girl.”
I can feel the agony behind his words. He regrets hurting me. He regrets even considering taking me into that room where he was with her.
“Can I stay with you?” he asks softly.
“I’d be offended if you didn’t,” I whisper against his lips.
He opens the door to my room. “Give me just a few minutes; I have to get some things from my room, and then we can shower.”
He’s gone less than two minutes, coming back with a change of clothes and a few things for the shower. I smile timidly when I see him reach into his pocket and pull out a handful of condoms and put them on the bedside table. Tonight’s the night. It’s the culmination of what I’ve been begging for, for weeks. My hands begin to tremble, nervous excitement taking over.
“Let’s shower off the day, Sweet Girl,” he says grabbing my hand and walking us into the bathroom.
I strip out of my two-day-old clothes and watch entranced as he does the same. He’s covered in cut, chiseled muscles; the picture of perfect health and virility. It makes me self-conscious of my large breasts and soft stomach.
“No, no, no,” he says quickly when I try to cover myself with my arms. He holds my arms out to my sides putting my body on full display for him. “Get in here,” he commands ushering me in the shower.
We soap each other up, letting our hands and mouths roam freely, all inhibitions and waiting gone. I clutch his shoulder tightly when his fingers find my center. He begins with one finger and then two as he pushes in and out of me. My knees are weak and would buckle if he didn’t have his free arm around my back holding me to his chest.
I moan and bite his pectoral when I fall apart in his arms, and I whimper in despair when he pulls his hand free from my body.
Temporarily satiated I reach for his thick cock, but he keeps my hand from making contact with the rigid flesh.
“Nope,” he says.
“Kid, I swear if you deny me again tonight…” I leave the threat open ended because I know whatever I say would be a lie.
“I’m not going to deny you, Sweet Girl,” he says turning off the shower. “I’m going to worship you.”
His glorious promise causes a chill to run over my skin, goose flesh popping up everywhere. He towels me off thoroughly, paying extra attention to my breasts and between my thighs, then rubs the towel roughly over his own skin. Water drops still decorate his flesh, and my tongue aches to lick them off of him.