Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
That look in his eyes was one that I couldn’t ignore.
“I can’t…” I tried to search for the words, but came up with no other way to put them. “I’m horny. All the freakin’ time.”
He swallowed.
“Let me go home with you.”
Was there any other answer?
“Okay.”
We were fucked up. There was no other wording for it.
We weren’t in the right place, neither one of us, to be doing this.
Yet we would be doing it. It didn’t even matter if we wanted to at this point. There was just something about the man that I couldn’t resist. Just like there’d been something about the boy, twelve years ago, that I couldn’t walk away from.
It took him less than five seconds to gather up every single piece of clothing—folded and not—and shove them into my basket. It took him another three to gather up the ones he’d dropped on the floor in his haste to leave. Ten to gather both baskets and order me out the door.
And then fifteen seconds to shove them in my car.
The fifteen-minute drive to my house, though?
That was the longest drive of my life.
I’d even contemplated removing the thing from my ass before we got home, but I had a feeling that Reed wouldn’t be too happy with me if I did.
So, I left it there, even though by the time I got home, I was squirming in my seat.
We didn’t even make it up to my parents’—because even though I’d been living in it now for a while by myself, I still didn’t count it as mine—front door before Reed was on me.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you right here, where your mother could catch us at any second, for what feels like a lifetime.”
“What?” I gasped.
“I wanted her to see what kind of filth was tainting her daughter.” He growled. “I wanted her to know, that even though she was an asshole, that she didn’t break you. Or me.”
I could see that.
My mother made no bones about her dislike for the Hails, Reed and Tobias in particular.
Hell, they’d even followed Tobias to his home in Alabama to continue their campaign of hate on him.
Tobias had been the one who beat their son to death for raping his sister. But Reed Hail had been the one who nearly took their daughter away from them.
If Reed hadn’t dumped me, he would have.
Instead, he’d let me go, and left me to a fate that I hadn’t wanted to face. Not ever.
My mother had been a sight to behold when she wasn’t pissed. When she was pissed, though? Yeah, I wouldn’t even wish my mother on anyone—even the chick at the doctor’s office who blatantly had a crush on Reed.
Which sobered me slightly.
I turned around and pushed inside, forgetting in my haste to leave earlier to bother locking the door.
But it didn’t matter.
This house was so far outside of town that nobody but the UPS delivery driver ever came out here.
But, apparently, Reed wasn’t too happy about me leaving it unlocked, and it showed when I turned back to him.
“You left it unlocked?”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
“That’s dangerous, Kris.”
Kris.
He hadn’t called me that in so long.
I swallowed as another surge of memories washed over me.
The first time we’d had sex was the first time he’d called me Kris.
It’d been magnificent.
The best ever.
I would remember my first time forever.
And it was obvious that he was remembering, too.
I bit my lip, trying to contain the need for him, but it was useless.
The man had a way of making me do things that I never intended to do.
We met in the entranceway, my arms going around his neck, and his going around my waist.
Then we were pressed fully to each other, mouths colliding.
This time, just like the last time in the doctor’s office in Germany, I forgot about everything.
I didn’t think about where I was, or what I was doing.
I only ever saw Reed.
And yes, I was celibate for all those years.
Why bother looking when you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that the man that you once had was the only one for you?
I knew, just like I was sure he did, that Reed was my one and only.
I wouldn’t taint my memories of him, demeaning what we’d shared by going out and finding someone to scratch an itch.
Now, that didn’t pertain to my battery-operated boyfriends—I had a lot of those over the years.
All of them were no comparison to the man currently lifting my shirt over my head.
“Wanted to bend you over her stupid Pottery Barn couch,” he growled. “Make you come on her stupid quilt.”
If this situation hadn’t meant him taking my clothes off, and running his strong hands down my body, then I would’ve laughed.
But at the point I was at now, standing directly in front of him, naked as the day I was born, I couldn’t find one single thing funny about this situation.