Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
What about Loki?
Sometimes, he thought he could be a Dom. He was very protective of Isa. And a few times, he’d shown that he could have a commanding presence.
But he could also be completely wild. Almost unstable. It was hard to see how Loki could get out of his own head long enough to take care of someone else.
To put their needs first.
He might be a switch.
Or he might not be interested in the lifestyle at all.
That suited Remy just fine. Paved the way for him to enter Isa’s life and give her what she needed.
Right?
That sounded good. And yet, it didn’t feel quite right at the same time.
A small groan escaped him. This wasn’t helping him sleep.
He ran his hand over his face.
Perhaps he should lie on the floor since this sofa was about half a foot too short for him.
Yeah, this was going to be a long night.
6
Isa stretched with a groan.
Shit, her body hurt. What the heck had she done? If she’d gone to the gym again, then she was going to kill herself.
Once was enough.
More than enough.
Damn, she’d had a good night’s sleep, though. Generally, she slept pretty lightly. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept a whole night through.
Maybe this was what going to the gym got you . . . a full night’s sleep.
Still not worth it. Nothing was worth the grunting and sweating and pain. And that was just getting into gym gear.
Sitting, she rubbed at her sore chest, then peered down the front of her nightgown. Was that bruising on her chest? That definitely wasn’t from the gym.
A noise coming from a distance caught her attention. She gasped and grabbed her phone to check the date.
Garbage day.
Nooo.
She jumped out of bed, ignoring the pain in her muscles, and rushed out her bedroom door and through the living room, flying over the body lying on the floor.
She’d worry about that later when she got the garbage to the curb. There was no way she was missing garbage day. If she did, Loki would have to haul it to the dump. And he hated doing that.
Racing out the door, she ignored the yell from behind her as she flew over the gravel toward the garbage bin at the side of the garage.
Okay, more like she winced and gasped her way across. Grabbing the bin, she started hauling it to the curb.
“Stop!” Suddenly, someone was there, standing next to her. Taking the garbage from her.
“Hey! My garbage!” She glared up at the person who, in turn, scowled down at her.
Remy?
Suddenly it clicked that it was Remy standing there.
Remy had been the blob on the living room floor.
Because he’d helped her last night, then insisted on staying the night.
But what right did Remy have to be angry at her? She was just trying to take the garbage to the curb.
“Get inside. Right now.”
“The garbage,” she said.
“I’ll take it out. No one is to see you. Inside. Now.”
Sheesh. Talk about bossy. He turned away, pulling the garbage behind him. His shoulders were tight.
Why was he so grumpy?
Then she glanced down at her chest which was still aching. Actually, her whole body hurt.
Car headlights.
Screeching.
Crash.
Remy coming to her rescue.
Oh shit. The car accident.
“Isa. Inside.” He was coming back toward her, his face a mask of anger and . . . possessiveness?
He liked to watch her. A lot. But strangely, it had never really creeped her out.
It had felt . . . protective.
She knew everyone thought she was nuts for thinking that way, but she couldn’t help what she felt.
But as he strode toward her, pulling his T-shirt off over his head, she wondered if she’d been wrong all this time.
Why was he stripping? What was happening right now?
Then he was in front of her, breathing heavily. And all those muscles were on display.
Yummy.
There was so much to look at. He was so muscular and wide. There was even a light smattering of hair on his broad chest.
Sexy.
And she wanted him wrapped around her. Dear Lord, he would squish her like a bug and here she was, practically panting at the idea.
What was wrong with her?
His head was turned away as he handed her the T-shirt. “Put this on.”
Why?
Oh my God. Did he not like her nightgown? Did he not like looking at her?
That’s when she glanced down again and saw it. How she’d missed it, she had no idea.
With a gasp, she turned away, tugging her nightgown back up over her nipple.
Her breasts had been a source of huge embarrassment for her when they’d first appeared. She’d been a bit of a late bloomer and then it was like she’d just grown them overnight almost. Her father had been horrified.
The girl he’d always tried to turn into a boy was definitely a girl.
Judy, her stepmother, had tried to take her bra shopping, but Isa hadn’t wanted any part of that. Just like she hadn’t wanted to deal with Judy when she’d started her period.