Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“I know,” Ayana says patiently. She’s being ultra patient with me. She’s very incredibly, crazily, eerily calm.
“All of it.”
“You’re telling me.”
“Everything, everything,” I rasp.
“Yeah, I get that.”
“Completely.”
“Fuck yes, I agree.”
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, fuck.”
Amazingly enough, Ayana’s face remains expressionless. “Well, that’s what I thought too at first, but I’ve had more time to process it. I agree, things will change, but it doesn’t have to be in a bad way.”
“It’s going to change in a bad way because your dad, Hobart Timewell, who everyone calls Ho—that would be funny if he weren’t such a scary motherfucker—is going to hack me into tiny pieces and feed me to his biker brothers.”
“First of all, ewww. No, he’s not. Not if we have a plan.” Ayanna fists her hands at her hips and gives me a hard staredown.
She might be tiny, but there’s no mistaking her might. This woman is like a female gladiator. She certainly was in the bedroom. Uh, okay, I’m trying to be a gentleman here and not think and tell, but yeah. She was my match in every way and then some—physically—and she wasn’t shy to tell me or show me what she wanted. It was spectacular. Like fireworks blowing out my brain and, uh, my balls, kind of spectacular.
Now, this is a whole different level of I can’t believe this is happening. Am I going to survive Hobart Timewell knowing that I pleasured his daughter, and she pleasured me spectacularly? I should really update my will.
“A plan,” she goes on. “That’s why I’m here. To see if you want to be part of that plan. I don’t have one yet, but I…I was hoping we could work on that. If you wanted to be in on it, that is. If you don’t, I can deal with that. I can also keep a secret, so you won’t have to worry. You can pack your bags and get out of dodge before my dad ever figures it out.”
“My god, I have to talk to Granny.”
Ayana’s honey eyes—eyes the most unusual shade of hazel with highlights of yellow that really stand out, especially in any kind of lighting—flash with confusion. “Most people ask for their mothers, but I guess neither of us has one of those.”
Her hand flies to her stomach again, and a look of utter amazement combined with the craziest love crosses her face. A mother. She’s going to be a mother. To a baby. A baby that is half mine. I can’t imagine us together together, but having a child raised by two badasses—okay, Ayana’s a badass while I’m just a super-skilled cyber hacker sort of badass who had the bad luck of getting scarred in his childhood to look more badass than I actually am—seems strangely…well, I have no idea what it seems like. I don’t exactly know up from down at the moment.
“A plan,” Ayanna repeats patiently. I like that she’s giving me credit and not immediately assuming I’m going to bail.
She also hasn’t snap-judged me on my appearance the way most people do. She hasn’t immediately assumed, at the very least, that I’m going to eff this child up just by being me. That’s nice of her. Aside from Granny and my brothers, most people really haven’t given me the benefit of the doubt very often.
“A…a plan?” If my squeaky voice is any indication, it sounds like I’ve already been castrated.
“A plan. You know, because you assume that my dad is going to come here and make you consume your own testicles…that’s like balls and nut bag and all….”
CHAPTER 4
Ransom
Holy shit on a shit stick. She’s not kidding about any of this. You idiot, why would she be kidding? I still ask it anyway since my brain has jumped ship and left me to go down like the poor old captain of the vessel.
“You’re not kidding? You didn’t get a magic ship contraption and time travel back to the first of April and decide this would be a great joke? Because if you did, that would be amazing. Can I come next time, just for the ride?”
She rolls her pretty, whisky eyes and drops her hands down to rub her palms on her skinny jeans. They’re skin-tight, but I refuse to notice how gorgeous they are on her and how gorgeous she looks with her shit-kicker combat boots on and with her long black hair, thick eyelashes, full, scarlet red lips, eyes lined with black eyeliner, sharp cheekbones, and sweetheart shaped face. No, I don’t want to notice any of that, and I don’t want to think about that night. Ayana. Naked. In my bed. Riding me. Shit. Fuck. And creating a baby. Oh my goddddd, is this seriously real?
“If I did find a time travel machine, it would probably look like a mini-van unless we come back to a time before this moment, but doesn’t going back to change things make massive cosmic messes with far-reaching consequences that could fuck up the entire world?”