Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“Okay.” I sigh and lean forward to rub my nose back and forth on his as I breathe in his scent. God, I want everything with this man, marriage, babies.
I was kind of joking yesterday about the Food Network thing, but why not? As long as we’re together, I’d do anything with him.
Ammo backs up and I slink back into the bed as I smile and blink up at him. He just watches me.
“What?”
“Nothing…just looking at you.” He leans over and grabs his phone and wallet from the nightstand, then walks over to his closet and tosses me a t-shirt.
“Put this on.” The shirt lands on my hip.
“You’re only allowed to be naked for me. I’m leaving now, so get dressed,” he grunts as he looks down at his phone.
“Is everything okay?” I sit up because suddenly I’m wary. Why is he being so protective? I mean, who would actually dare come in our room?
Nuke?
The man doesn’t get up before three PM. Oh God, has he heard something about Mike Zane?
We’ve been living in this bubble, and none of these reality issues are welcome. Also, call it denial, but I refuse to think morbid thoughts right now. If something happens, I’ll deal with it then.
“Wait.” Reaching for my phone, I stop him. “Look what I did last night.” I go to my TikTok and show him as I bite my bottom lip to stop from laughing.
“The fuck is this? #Marshey…are you kidding me?”
“Just listen.” I get on my knees. “I’m gonna take videos of you cooking, kind of like Stanley Tucci’s wife does. Except it will be me filming you…shirtless…I’m a genius.” Because Ammo in his kitchen, shirtless, making food…
“#Courtney&Ammo #Marshey #Cookingmusiccomingsoon” He looks at me like I’ve grown horns. “It’s just me sleeping.” He tosses my phone.
“Well, that’s just a tease…look, it went viral.” Squealing, he grabs me before I can get away.
“Oh, darlin’.” His eyes are like blue fire. “You’re lucky I have a meeting I can’t be late for, otherwise I’d spank your ass red, then make you beg me to fuck it.” He growls as I laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, promises, promises,” I sass into his mouth as he arches a brow.
“Guess we need to address this later.” His voice causes me to shiver.
“Guess we do,” I fire right back as he grins, then drop my arms and I flop back onto the bed.
Our eyes clash. His nostrils flare, and my stomach dips in excitement, adrenaline flooding my core. Oh God, breathe, Courtney, what’s he gonna do? But instead of pouncing on me, he turns and walks to the door saying over his shoulder, “Be naked and ready to take your punishment when I get home.”
I almost yell. “Can’t wait.” But he’s gone, and so is all the oxygen in the room. It’s like he’s my reason for being here, and without him, everything else is just meh.
Sighing, I look up at the ceiling, then feel around for my phone he tossed so I can stalk my video last night of him sleeping. His eight pack and tattoos on display.
Fuck, he’s beautiful, like I should have tried harder to seduce him because I really wish he had gotten me off before he left. My eyes rewatch the screen as my breathing picks up speed and my nipples harden.
“Court? You awake, baby girl?” And I drop the phone as I bolt up so fast at the sound of Nuke’s voice.
“Just a second.” Frantically looking around for Ammo’s tee he gave me, I see that it’s at the end of the bed, great.
“Meet me downstairs…when you’re done.” Nuke’s voice sounds like he’s ready to laugh as my face feels like it’s on fire.
“Fantastic, just perfect,” I whisper as I leap out of bed. “I’m up.” Almost tripping over the comforter that Ammo kicks off us every night as I jerk on his tee and slip on a pair of black yoga pants.
“What’s up?” Opening the door, I try to look casual as Nuke lounges shirtless, in his leather pants, arms crossed, and a knowing grin on his face.
“We’re drinking, let’s go.” He pushes off the frame and I just stare because is he serious?
“What time is it?”
“Morning…” he calls out as he takes the stairs and I follow.
“Yes, I know it’s morning.” Walking into Ammo’s kitchen, two girls are at the island, looking like they are making Bloody Marys.
“What is going on?” I stop, watching them as they giggle. “Nuke?” I march over to him as he opens the refrigerator.
“Courtney.” He grins, bringing out a beer.
“Um… What?” My eyes motion to the girls.
“Oh, that’s Chloe and Martha.” He twists off the top and tosses it in the sink as he starts to guzzle it.
“Here you go.” One of them hands me a drink.
This is crazy. It’s barely eight AM.
“Nuke, what time did you come home last night?”