Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Physically and emotionally.
“Don’t give a fuck.” The hurricane was downgraded from a two to a one ten miles inland. It brought a shit ton of rain and storm surge along the west coast. We were fortunate. The other side of Florida will no doubt have to rebuild from flooding. The worst part from what the news said is the two tornadoes that spun off the hurricane. It ripped through two different cities, one splitting a house in two, while the other did damage in a neighborhood, picking and choosing which ones would survive or not. I only hope there weren’t any fatalities. So, while we have debris to pick up and furniture to put back in place, it’s nothing in comparison. The high winds along with the tides shifting were our biggest problem. The sand dunes will no doubt need to be replenished from water rushing into them. A couple of days, if that, will be all it takes between Rhodes', Kade’s, and Whitecaps to get back to normal.
“Rhodes,” I draw out his name on a moan. He rolls his hip and attaches his mouth to my neck. Rhodes swivels his hips, and the underside of his cock slides along my clit. I tip my head back, eyes closing, and enjoy the moment. He’s right; yard work can wait. Though, how I’m fired up to go again after only having Rhodes inside me hours ago is beyond me. His stamina and my neediness are the epitome of perfect.
“Shit, you’re going to come just like this, aren’t you, hellcat?” The rasp of his beard sends a shockwave through my senses, and all I can do is hold on. My hands dig into his muscular shoulders. My legs tighten around his waist.
“Yes, fuck, yes.” I’ve become insatiable where he’s concerned, turned on all the damn time. I’m like a walking orgasm. Rhodes' hand cups my breast, thumb and finger pinching my nipple. The onslaught of sensations overwhelms me. I’m spiraling, feelings exploding from the outside in, his cock, his mouth, and his hand. There’s no stopping the way my body works right along with his as I’m consumed by my need.
“Fucking beautiful, Kyra.” He pulls back, watching me come down like I’m the only person in his life who means anything to him.
“And you are handsome, Rhodes.” He’s yet to let me go. We’re locked in our hold with one another.
“Incoming,” he says, kissing me on the lips. I slide my legs down, back still pressed against the concrete wall until my feet meet solid ground. Rhodes keeps his hands on my hips, head turning, and that’s when my world collides. I close my eyes, mortification hitting me in a way I never thought would happen.
My father is standing off to the side, and judging by the way he’s standing stock still, hands at his side and jaw clenched, I’d say he more than saw what Rhodes and I were doing.
“Brace, sweetheart,” Rhodes tells me right as he steps back, hand on one hip, making sure I’m not going to fall on my ass.
“Rhodes,” I say his name right as my dad, my own flesh and blood, moves so fast the only thing I can do is stay where I’m planted, hand covering my mouth as a squeal leaves me. The crunching of bones echoes around us. Rhodes' head is knocked backwards, and there's a moment in time when everything seems in slow motion. My body begs me to run toward him, to throw myself in front of him. Except I'm also in such a state of shock, and moving seems impossible. Somehow, he stays standing. Not Dad. Rhodes. I shouldn’t be surprised, except yesterday, he wore his prosthetic a bit too much, and today, he didn’t even give himself until after breakfast to put it back on. He and I are going to have some words once my father leaves.
“E-fucking-nough.” And just as my father goes to ram his fist in Rhodes' jaw, the man I love puts a stop to it, his own hand holding Dad's in its place. The easy-going Rhodes is gone; he’s full stop in alpha protective mode. I know my dad wouldn’t do anything to me; it’s Rhodes I’m worried about.
“I’ll say it’s enough when it’s enough.” The military comes out of my father. I’m not even a little bit scared. He can be a hardass, but he usually comes down after the dust settles. “You’ve been planning this, hiding behind my back, since when? The hospital? Before that? I’ll fucking kill you dead if you had a hard-on for Kyra when I showed you pictures.”
I gawk. What a way to drop a bomb that’s not anywhere close to the truth.
“Dad!” I raise my voice to get his attention, but he doesn’t budge. He and Rhodes are in a stare-down.