Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Londyn and Dalton were coming to my place for the weekend, and while the timing wasn’t exactly the best, I was ready to see them both. But I wasn’t going to let my guard down, not when so much was at stake. The time had come for me to find out if I could find a balance between life at the club and life at home.
It wouldn’t be easy.
Hell, it was going to be the hardest thing I’d ever done.
But I’d do it.
For them, I would do anything.
CHAPTER 20
Londyn
“What do you think?”
“About?”
“Today? Tonight? All of it.” Concern marked Malcomb’s face as he asked, “Did it go okay? Do you think Dalton had fun?”
“It couldn’t have gone better.” Malcomb had taken us down to the marina for several hours, and after, we went back to his place for dinner. “Dalton had such a great time fishing and seeing all the boats and then grilling burgers with you. It couldn’t have been more perfect.”
“So, you think he enjoyed it?”
“He loved it, Malcomb. All of it.” I reached over and placed the palm of my hand on his chest. “You did good.”
“I just want him to like me, you know?”
“Of course, he likes you, Malcomb. He thinks you’re some kind of hero.”
“Well, we both know that’s not the case.”
“I don’t know. You can be pretty heroic when you wanna be.” I smiled as I told him, “I can still remember those late nights when you would go help the brothers out and all those times when you were there for your mom and sisters when your dad couldn’t be.”
“That doesn’t make me a hero, babe.”
“Maybe not to you, but it does to me. And I bet your mother would say the same.”
“Have I mentioned that I’m glad you’re here?”
“A time or two.” I laid my head back on the pillow as I whispered, “But just so you know, I’m glad I’m here, too.”
“Does that mean you’ll stay?”
“Maybe... I’m still thinking about it. But before I make any final decisions, I have a question for you.”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“How many?”
“How many what?”
I inched up on my elbow, looking down at him as I asked, “How many women have been in this bed?”
“None. Not a single one.”
“Oh, come on. I know better than that.”
“It’s the truth.” He brought his hand to my face, gently brushing my cheek with his knuckles. “I’m no saint. Never claimed to be one, but believe me when I say, no other woman has been in this bed. This spot has always been yours, and it always will be.”
“You’re gonna have to stop with the sweet stuff.”
“Just stating the facts.”
“How’s this for a fact.” I eased my leg over his waist, straddling him at the hips. “I’ve missed you. You’re here right now, and I still miss you. I’m afraid I’ll never stop missing you.”
“I know the feeling. You were gone so long.... too long.” He reached up and slipped his hand around the nape of my neck, gently pulling me towards him. “And now, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
His mouth landed on mine with a hard, demanding kiss. He kissed like he was in complete control, like he had no doubts about what he was doing or how he was doing it. I needed that. I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want a chance for my insecurities or doubts to creep in. I simply wanted to be in the moment, and he did that for me.
His hands began to roam, and it wasn’t long before we both were lost in the moment. He quickly maneuvered my cotton nightgown over my head and let it fall to the floor. His hands immediately dropped to my waist as he pulled me in for another kiss. I could feel the heat of his body pressing against my bare skin as he delved deeper into my mouth.
His deft fingers made their way up my back to my bra. Once he’d released the clasp, he slipped it down my arms, and his gaze fixated on my breasts. I could feel the scorching heat of his stare on my flesh, and the hungry look in his eyes had me squirming against him. “Damn. You’re incredible...so damn beautiful.”
As I sat, straddling him, I felt so wanted, so desired, which only made me want him more. Malcomb could see what I wanted, and he spent the better part of the night making sure all my needs were fulfilled. We fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms, and I couldn’t remember a night when I’d slept so well.
The next morning, I woke just after sunrise. Being careful not to wake Malcomb, I eased out of bed and made my way into the kitchen. I put on a pot of coffee and cleaned up a bit while it brewed. As soon as it was ready, I poured a cup of coffee and carried it out to the front porch.