Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
It wasn’t that I was worried about the person who killed Herb. I wasn’t.
I really felt like the person that’d done the killing had done it without an ulterior motive that involved me. I mean, why would he target me? Sure, I’d worked there, but that was about it.
And I’d been gone at the time of the murder.
Surely, if it was someone that was going to come after me, they’d have done it before now. Right?
Anyway, that was what I kept telling myself.
That didn’t mean I wouldn’t take the house check that he was willing to give me.
“There’s something wrong with that bed in the far room,” Davis said as he emerged from the back hallway and started ascending the stairs.
I started to laugh. “That’s because the bed is fake. The comforter is real, though.”
His deep laugh had me smiling as I walked back outside to get my birds.
I’d just gotten them back inside and situated when he came back down from upstairs.
“Why do you have a fake bed?” he asked curiously.
“Because I have eleven rooms in this place,” I answered. “And none of them are used except for my bedroom. I guess I just wanted to show off my great-grandmother’s quilt.”
“Want to order some pizza?” he asked. “I feel like maybe I’ll give Sunny a few minutes more to answer my message. Then if he doesn’t, I’ll make a little trip to see him at the station.”
I didn’t want him to go.
I realized that within two seconds of him asking if he could stay for pizza.
“Sure,” I said. “I really do want to know what’s going on with her.”
And I want you to stay.
Pizza took ten minutes to arrive, and in that time, Sunny had texted saying that he was in the middle of something, but he’d get back to us as soon as he could.
It sounded like a cop-out to me, but then again, if it was something he was putting off telling us, then it had to be bad. And anything that had my best friend and “bad” in the same situation really scared the shit out of me.
That’s why, when our pizza was gone and the rerun of Family Matters was finished playing on the television, I didn’t immediately ask Davis to leave.
In fact, after I cleaned up the trash and headed back into the living room, asking him to leave was the last thing I wanted to do.
Instead, I sat back on the couch and flopped myself down, putting my head in his lap.
“Play with my hair,” I ordered. “It helps me calm down.”
He chuckled, then dug his fingers into my hair.
I was fairly sure they were still greasy, but that didn’t bother me at that moment in time.
Tomorrow, I’d worry about the state of my hair.
Tomorrow, I’d think about what I needed to do to get Sara to talk to me.
Tomorrow…well, tomorrow there would be enough time to regret what I was about to do.
But for right now? Well, right now was for doing what I wanted.
And that was forgetting there might be something wrong.
How did I do that, you ask?
By twisting up, straddling Davis, and then practically throwing my body against his.
It didn’t matter that we’d just had sex.
It also didn’t matter that this was highly inappropriate.
What did matter was that I was ready to feel his hands all over me. His cock inside of me. His hard thighs underneath my ass.
He obliged.
His hands went to my face first as he pulled me closer, his mouth coming slowly down onto mine.
What had been fast, rapid and intense at the bar was slow, passionate and life changing now.
His lips brushed mine softly, a barely there kiss that had more power to do things to me than any soul-crushing one he’d given me so far.
Clothes slowly started to disappear in between lazy, sweet kisses.
Hands started to wander, first up and down my back, then up and down my sides, with a few brushes of side boob here and there.
Before long, I was on my back, and he was sliding down between my bare thighs, his mouth stopping along the way to press kisses to my belly. My hip. My pubic bone.
Then, suddenly, I didn’t hate Kyle KD Davis at all.
Not even a little bit.
Because a man that had a talented tongue like him could never be hated during his time between someone’s legs.
His tongue practically tasted every single inch of my pussy.
My fingers were buried in his glorious, thick hair as he sank his tongue inside of me.
I groaned when his nose pressed against my clit, my legs shaking to move but unable to do so due to his grip on them.
I went up onto my elbows to watch him, my mouth falling open when I saw just how much he enjoyed himself.
“Oh god,” I growled. “Davis.”