Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
He stared right back at me. “Who gives a fuck? You look gorgeous.”
“I don’t need you to lie to me,” I snapped.
Swiss frowned at me, then his hands ran up my belly to my breasts. “You’re telling me you don’t think you’re fuckin’ beautiful?” he asked quietly, massaging my breasts. “You don’t think these tits, these nipples are the most magnificent things you’ve ever seen?” He yanked up my tank to expose my pebbled nipples.
My breathing was ragged as his other hand slipped into my jeans and panties, cupping my pussy before moving back around my hip.
“You don’t think this is the juiciest, perkiest, most fuckable ass on the planet?” he asked.
I did not answer because I was pretty sure that his questions were rhetorical.
Also because I had quickly lost my ability to speak.
Swiss’s eyes were scorching as his hands left the intimate parts of my body. I was both disappointed and relieved.
He righted my shirt and turned me to face him, clutching my neck. “I am not blowin’ smoke up your ass, Kate,” he said quietly. “Shitty thing to be honest about, but I feel this moment needs it because you are thinkin’ bullshit things about yourself.” His thumb moved up to brush my jaw. “Would not have walked up to you at the party if I didn’t think you were the most beautiful woman in the room. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Men are wired like that. We’re simple creatures, driven by our dicks. And the way you looked that night yanked at my dickstrings.”
I blinked at him, and a bubble of hysterical laughter escaped from my throat. Only Swiss could say something serious at the same time as uttering the word ‘dickstrings.’
He grinned in triumph before he continued.
“You had your hair done. Makeup on. The outfit. And you looked good,” he said. “But not better than you do right now. Right now, with your face fresh, clean, glowing from the many times I made you cum.”
Desire pulsed between my legs.
“Your eyes glowing in a way they weren’t that night,” he continued softly. His thumb found my bottom lip. “Smilin,” he murmured. “A real smile,” he corrected. “Now I don’t consider myself to be an expert on women, but I know that you’re thinkin’ all sorts of shit because you know the Old Ladies are out there, and you want to look your best. And I also know that my opinion may not win against the shit swirlin’ inside you, but for what it’s worth, I think you look your absolute best in this moment.”
My head thrummed with everything he’d said. And not in the past minute or so. This entire morning.
I felt like I was about to explode under the weight of the unequivocally wonderful things he was saying to me. The honesty in which he was saying them.
I didn’t trust it. Instinctively.
I’d spent almost two decades being belittled, insulted, abused. As fucked-up as it was, that was my normal. There was a kind of… safety in that. I knew what to expect. Had conditioned myself how to respond to it.
This was all new. And unnerving. I felt like I was in freefall.
“On top of that,” Swiss continued, obviously unaware of the turmoil inside my head. “These are not women who would ever judge you or treat you different because you didn’t have lipstick on or whatever the fuck.”
I stared at him, battling the ideas and routines that had been conditioned inside me for years.
It wasn’t like I had a bunch of other options. Yes, I could hide in here the entire day, but I’d eventually have to leave. Swiss’s window was large enough for me to crawl out of, but I wasn’t quite desperate enough to crawl out a window.
Beyond that, I didn’t want to leave Swiss. Not yet. An empty motel room waited for me. Decisions. Reality.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s go.”
He grinned and kissed me. “That’s my girl,” he rumbled against my lips.
Chapter Eight
Kate
I was immediately furious at Swiss when we walked out into the common room that had been transformed at some point during the morning. How I hadn’t heard the people, the moving of furniture, the sound of the setup was beyond me.
Oh, right… Swiss and the orgasms probably.
There had been a pool table to the right of the sofas as you walked into the room, and that was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a long table full of food with flowers and places set. People were everywhere. Men wearing the leather Sons of Templar cut were plentiful, there were children and babies and women who I guessed were the ‘Old Ladies.’
It was a completely different vibe than the first night I was here. The room smelled of French toast and scented candles.
The reason I was furious at Swiss was the women who were scattered around the room. There were only three that I could see, and boy did they stand out.