Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Every time I thought of what Ling was capable of, I pictured my son growing up without his mother, without his father. And that scared the shit out of me. There was so much I wanted to be around for, so much A.J. needed me here for. I wasn’t ready to meet my maker. Not yet. Neither was Twitch. So I gave him time because truthfully it was all I had to give right then and there.
As I sat next to him at the table, I ran a hand through my hair with a sigh and turned my weary face to him. “What’s in Cuba?” Luka lowered his gaze, running a finger over the table, and I narrowed my eyes on him. “Does it look like I’m running, Pav?” He looked me in the eye. “No, I’m right here, and if you knew half the shit that man has put me through, trust me, even you’d tell me to hightail it out of here.” My eyes softened. “But I’m here. I’m waiting. I just want him to come home.”
“He will,” he said immediately, before adding, “There’s only one thing in Cuba, Alexa, and for your sake, I hope Twitch isn’t stupid enough to bring that shit here, because—” He shot me a look of unmistakable displeasure. “—I will not be pleased.”
The way he was looking at me made my heart stutter.
“What if he doesn’t come back?” I whispered, and my eyes swept low to my hands, completely unfocused as I quietly stressed.
And for the first time since I met him, Luka Pavlovic sounded uncertain of himself. “You could stay here, with me.” He really was a sweet man once you saw past the intensity he wore like a hefty armor. And when I opened my mouth to speak, he added certainly, “But he’s coming back.”
Luka sounded so sure. I wish I felt the same. “How do you know?”
Missing Twitch came in waves, and today I was drowning.
He spoke low and cracked a wide smile that I was sure had panties melting all over the world. “Because I would come back for you.”
Sadly, only one man’s smile affected me. It was crooked and full-mouthed and made him look something like a naughty boy, and I adored it.
I rolled my eyes but softened it with a laugh. “Lady killer.”
“Acquitted,” he uttered quietly, and as he walked away, he winked, and I wasn’t sure if he was actually joking or not.
I should not have been chuckling the way I was.
Definitely not.
My skin prickled almost painfully as goose bumps trailed my arms, starting from my shoulder all the way down to my wrist. My brow knitted tiredly, and when the light breeze hit my arm, I frowned in my sleep and snuggled deeper into the covers.
Only there were none.
The wooden bedframe creaked and my eyes snapped open, blinking rapidly into the darkness, and as they adjusted, my heart jolted.
“Angel.”
The whiskey-smooth whisper was a balm on my soul, and I sat up and lunged at him, throwing my arms around him with a rough exhale. He permitted me to hold him to me firmly, pulling his head into my bosom as I knelt beside him on the mattress. I pressed firm kisses to his head again and again, and when he put his lips to the valley between my breasts, my nipples tightened with a desire that wouldn’t be denied.
Without a word spoken, I reached for the hem of my nightie and whipped it over my head, leaving me in nothing but a pair of tiny silk panties. My voice thick with emotion, I ordered him to, “Kiss me.”
Hearing the need in my voice, he did as commanded.
The moment his lips touched mine, I was lost. Moaning into his mouth, my hands found his belt and I tugged at it desperately, managing to loosen it before popping the button on his jeans, reaching in and taking his stiff length in my hands, palming it tightly.
Twitch’s mouth went lax as he released a low groan.
I needed him inside me. Right now.
In the darkness of night, I pled on a whisper, “Please, baby.”
The slight hitch of his breath told me I was not alone in my need.
Lightning fast, he flipped us, and as he towered over me, a stiff yank had my panties thrown down my legs. When my hands found the bottom of his tee, he muttered a rough, “Leave it.” The insistence in his tone had my core weeping. Kneeling between my legs, he held his cock in one hand then lowered himself, sliding inside me with a roughness that forced a small whimper out of me.
And Twitch gave me what I desired.
Completely dressed, he fucked me hard, he fucked me fast, and for the first time in years, he fucked me missionary, his mouth desperately seeking mine. But I needed to feel more of him. My hands moved jerkily, lifting his tee to feel his hard chest on my heaving breasts before wrapping my legs around his hips and meeting him thrust for thrust.