Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Mila struggles to her feet and then wraps her arms around Faith, hugging her. She whispers something in her ear that makes Faith giggle, and then Mila releases her and turns to me.
"Be good, pequeña," I murmur, hugging her. Her pregnant belly gets in the way, making her laugh.
"I'm always good."
I laugh when Roman snorts, earning a glare from her. He just grins at her. She's sweet as pie, but she keeps him on his toes and everyone knows it. I think she messes with him just because she knows he'll let her get away with it. He's always been a lot like me—too focused on his job and protecting his daughter, Tahani. She's teaching him that there's more to life than work and worrying.
"It was nice to meet you," Faith says to Finn's wife, Lola.
"You too," Lola says, smiling up at Faith. She's a good decade and a half younger than Finn, with bright blue eyes and jet black hair. She's lovely and clearly head over heels for her husband. He seems just as enamored with her, his usually hard expression softening anytime he looks at her. "We'll get together sometime soon."
"I'd like that," Faith says.
Lola grins at her.
"It was nice to see you again, sweetheart," Finn says.
"You too. Bye, Roman."
"Bye, little one." Roman smiles at her before his gaze lands on me. "We'll talk tomorrow."
I nod at him and then say a final bye to everyone before leading Faith through the restaurant.
"Did you have fun?" I ask, wrapping an arm around her waist and tucking her into my side as the hostess holds open the front door for us to pass through. The temperature has dropped since we arrived. The cool wind blows Faith's long hair all over the place.
"Yeah," she says as we stroll toward my truck. "I'm going to miss Luke though."
"You really like him."
"He's nice to me. I think he's a good guy, like you and Roman."
"That's good, conejita. I'm glad you feel safe with him." She deserves to have people in her life who treat her the way she should have always been treated. I love seeing her opening up to people and finding her place in the world. She's grown so much in the last couple of months. I can't wait to see who she becomes a year from now, or fifteen years from now.
"I think he's still hurting about what happened with Remi. He feels guilty."
"Yeah, I think so too. But he'll work it out."
"I told Mila we're having sex," she blurts out a few seconds later.
I stop walking a few feet from the truck, glancing down at her in surprise.
"I hope that's okay." She bites her lip like she's worried maybe she shouldn't have said anything. "I mean…she figured it out and I couldn't lie to her. Are you mad?"
I frown at her. "You think I don't want people to know you're mine?"
"No, I…" She shakes her head and then shrugs. "I don't know. We never talked about it."
My brows furrow. I walk her the last few feet to the truck, popping the locks. Before she can climb in, I press her up against the side, crowding her with my body. "You can tell anyone you want," I whisper, tipping my head down until we're a mere breath from kissing. "I'm not ashamed of you, and I'm damn sure not going to hide you, Faith. I meant it when I said you're mine now."
"Okay," she whispers back.
"And for the record, when we're together, we're not having sex or fucking or whatever else you might want to call it." This isn't casual, and I don't want her thinking it is. We're clearing that shit up right now.
"We're not?"
"No."
"What are we doing?" she asks, face scrunched up like she's genuinely confused.
"Making love, angel. When we're together, even if it's quick and dirty, we're making love."
Her mouth opens into a little "O", like she didn't know that's what we've been doing. Like she didn't realize what's been happening between us. Dios. Maybe she didn't. She'd never been kissed before me. But I meant what I said. She's mine, and I'm not going to hide how I feel about her to please anyone. I'd like to ensure she's safe before my chain-of-command finds out, but I won't hide her. They can fuck off if they don't like it.
She looks so fucking cute with that half-surprised, half-joyous look on her face, I can't resist kissing her.
I crash my mouth down on hers, kissing her hard and deep. She wraps her arms around my neck, moaning into my mouth as she tries to climb up my body. I help her out, wrapping my hands around her waist and picking her up. Her legs wrap around me, my cock nestling against her pussy. Even through her leggings, the heat of her sex drives me crazy.