Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
That's unacceptable.
"You're the horniest virgin I've ever met," she grumbles, jabbing me with an elbow.
"Every virgin is horny, unicorn. It's our permanent fucking state of existence." I brush her hair away from her face, kissing the corner of her mouth. "And it's not my fault you have a soft little body and a hot little cunt that keeps begging me to fuck it again."
"Don't blame me because you…" She breaks off, yawning.
"Tired, baby?"
"Um, yes." She looks at me like I'm crazy. "You wore me out."
I chuckle again, tucking her up against me. "Then let me just slip the tip in, and we'll go to sleep."
"Slip the…" She stares at me with wide eyes.
"You know you want to sleep with my cock buried in that perfect cunt, too, Madeline."
Her pupils flare, heat rolling through her expression. "We can do that?"
"Spread your legs."
Before she can even move, my phone starts ringing. I lift my head, scowling toward the jacket I discarded on the floor.
"What the fuck?"
"That's God calling," Madeline giggles. "He has objections to your dirty plan, Drake."
"Stay right here. Don't move a muscle," I order her, rolling from the bed to figure out who is actually calling at one in the goddamn morning. If it's not God, they better hope it's the end of the world.
I snatch my jacket up and grab my phone, my scowl deepening when I see Sheriff Midnight's name flashing across the display. Why the fuck is the Sheriff calling me?
"What do you want?" I growl as soon as I answer.
"I see you're extra chipper tonight," he mutters, amusement lacing his voice.
"It's one in the morning, Midnight."
"Oh, I'm well aware."
"What do you want?"
"Rumor has it that you left Trick or Treat with Madeline Dooley tonight. Is this true?"
"What the fuck? Why do you care?"
"Because her cousin is being a pain in my ass," he growls. "Is she with you or not?"
"Yeah, she's here."
"Tell her to call her cousin so he'll stop getting on my fucking nerves, will you?"
"No." I hang up and start back to the bed. I don't even make it two steps before the phone rings again. "Son of a…"
"What's wrong?" Madeline asks, watching me intently.
I hold up a finger and then swipe to answer. "I hung up on you. Why are you bugging me again?"
"Let me talk to my cousin," Tyler Dooley growls.
Motherfucker.
"She's fine."
"Says you. I want to hear that from her lips."
"Jesus fucking Christ. Will you get off my goddamn phone and leave us alone if you talk to her?"
"Maybe," he grunts. "Depends on if I believe her or not. For all I know, you've got her tied up in your basement."
"Goddamn. Does everyone in this town think I have bodies in the basement?"
"Do you?" Tyler asks.
I growl, holding the phone out to Madeline. "Your pain in the ass cousin wants to talk to you. He thinks you're tied up in the basement, unicorn."
Madeline narrows her eyes on the phone before snatching it from my hand. "I'm not tied up in his basement, you jerk. I'm tied up in his bed," she says. "And maybe I like it. Also, I'm killing you next time I see you." Her eyes grow wide. "Oh. Erm, hi, Sheriff Midnight. Please ignore what I just said. It wasn't a threat. And if he goes missing, I definitely didn't do it. Oh." She beams. "Sure. I could use a hiding spot for his body."
I pinch the bridge of my nose, laughing. Jesus fucking Christ. If she doesn't marry me, the rest of my life is going to be miserable. I already know it will. In one damn day, she's turned it entirely upside down.
I thought I was happy living out here on my own. Aside from Jack, no one bugged me. I had peace and quiet. Everyone in town left me the fuck alone. I had exactly what I thought I wanted. But I was wrong.
This is what I want. The chaos. The drama. Her laughter and smart mouth. My phone ringing at one in the morning. Her and the Sheriff plotting to murder her cousin. This is living. And I fucking love it.
"I'm fine, Tyler. But we aren't friends anymore," she huffs. "Fine. I love you, too. See you at work on Monday."
Ah, fuck. She has to work. Which means I have to let her leave my bed. Maybe I'm more like Bitter Smithers than I'd like to admit. Because damn you to hell, Tyler Dooley.
Chapter Seven
Madeline
"Drive faster, Drake," I complain, tapping my foot impatiently against the floorboard of his truck early Monday morning. "I'm going to be late for work."
"That eager to be rid of me, huh?"
My gaze flies to his, horror coursing through me. "What? No!"
Is that really what he thinks? Oh, man. I'm a jerk. I didn't want to leave his bed at all. After spending the last three days with him, the thought of not having him by my side is seriously making my stomach hurt.