Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Peyton is a fucking goddess. No one gets to treat her like shit unless they want to answer to me. Especially since I'm the one who got her into this. She shouldn't have to deal with this bullshit because of me.
"One of these days, you're going to bite off more than you can chew," Jordan says, yanking his practice jersey on over his head. "I just hope I'm around to…" He trails off when the door slams open and Peyton storms in, her skirt swishing around her legs. "Well, shit." He laughs quietly. "Looks like that day might be today."
"You," Peyton growls, those forest green eyes narrowing on me. "Are in so much trouble."
"Good morning to you too, baby."
"Do not call me that right now, Logan."
Jordan slaps me on the back. "That's my cue to get the fuck out of here. RIP, motherfucker."
I shoot him a dirty look.
He loops his skates over his shoulder and then saunters toward the door, leaving plenty of space between the two of them, like he's scared she might fucking bite him if he gets too close. Hell, the way she's looking right now, she actually might. She is pissed.
She waits until the door closes behind him and then stomps toward me, her tits bouncing with every step. It's a hell of a time for my cock to be this hard…and yet…here I sit. Hard as a goddamn rock.
"You got in a fight last night?" she says once she's standing in front of me, her hands on her hips. Breathing fire.
"It wasn't much of a fight, angel. He wouldn't get out of my face. I hit him. End of story."
Wrong thing to say, apparently. Her eyes narrow further.
"Who was he?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Who was he, Logan?"
"A photographer."
"A photographer. You mean the one who took those pictures of me the other day, don't you?"
"Is there an answer here that isn't going to piss you off?" I ask, eyeing her warily. "Because the truth isn't going to accomplish that, baby."
"Jesus, Logan," she groans, tilting her head back. She's quiet for a moment. I think she's counting. "Do you plan to hit every photographer who hurts my feelings?"
"Depends."
She meets my gaze, a question in her eye.
"If they make you cry? Yeah, I might hit every single fucking one of them. If they print bullshit comparing you to your father? Yeah, might hit them then, too. If they fucking lie about you? Yeah, might hit them then, too." I haul myself to my feet, getting up in her personal space. "I'm not apologizing for protecting you, Peyton. If that's what you expect, it's not fucking happening."
"You have a career you need to worry about protecting," she growls, spinning on her heel. "Have you ever thought about doing that instead of trying to be the freaking hero all the time?"
I grab her before she can storm for the door, hauling her up against my chest. I spin, pressing her up against the wall. "Fuck my career," I snarl, sinking my teeth into her throat. Christ, she drives me up the goddamn wall. "Fuck everything, Peyton. I'll tear it all down if it means keeping you."
"Maybe I don't want to be kept if it means watching you blow your life up," she snaps, trying to buck me off her.
Yeah, to hell with that. I'm not letting her go. Not now. Not ever.
"You drive me fucking crazy," I growl, biting her again.
"Yeah, well, I hate you," she snaps right back at me.
"Oh, yeah?" I rip her skirt up her legs, shoving my hand beneath it. "Is that why you're so fucking wet right now? Because you hate me so goddamn much?"
"Go to hell."
"I'm already there, baby. Or haven't you been paying attention?" I shove my hand inside her panties, kicking her legs apart. "Every minute I'm not inside you is my own personal hell."
She pushes back against me, groaning.
I bury my face in her throat, dragging my boxers down with my free hand to release my aching cock. The other is hard at work between her legs, my thumb against her clit as I press two fingers inside of her, fucking her with them.
"This right here? This is heaven, Peyton," I rasp against her ear. "This greedy little cunt and your smart-ass mouth is my personal goddamn paradise."
"Shut up," she mutters.
"Fucking make me."
She turns on me with a growl, shoving me back against the wall this time. Something feral lights her eyes, lust stamped across every line of her perfect face as she immediately drops to her knees, wrapping one hand around my shaft.
"Fuck!" I roar, slamming my hand back against the wall as she plunges down on me, taking me so far she chokes.
"That's the sound I like to hear, Logan," she says, pulling back with a satisfied smirk. "You, desperate and groaning."
"Put your mouth back on my cock, angel. Now," I snarl.