Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Gigi gives Tom a tight smile, and I hand her my keys so she can head on inside. Tom offers her a polite nod, and it’s clear these two are going to have to work on their relationship. Though, I’m sure her fear of Tom breaking Mel’s heart doesn’t help the situation.
“How are you feeling?” Tom questions once Gigi is inside and closes the door behind her.
“Good, actually,” I tell him. “Really good.”
“Good, then learn to answer your fucking phone,” he grunts. “We’ve all been trying to get a hold of you. Your sister was worried you were laying in a gutter somewhere, Logan and Carter were searching local bars, and I was checking hospitals.”
“Shit,” I grunt, starting to regret my decision to turn my phone off. “Sorry. I went to the cemetery to check in with Sara, then ended up at Gigi’s place.”
“Yeah, I see that now,” he says. “We checked the cemetery but must have just missed you. We all ruled out Gigi’s place thinking that was the last place you’d want to be yesterday.”
“I mean, if you bothered to check in with Mel, you would have known I was there,” I tell him, specifically remembering Mel leaving to go to Tom’s place, though something tells me not a lot of talking was happening.
Tom rolls his eyes before letting out a breath and nodding up the stairs to where Gigi disappeared. “So, it’s serious, huh?” he questions.
“Yeah, man,” I say, a little unsure how he’s going to react.
It’s clear he’s deep in thought before he slowly begins to nod and press his lips together. He claps me on the shoulder. “I’m happy for you,” he finally says.
“Really?” I question.
“Really,” he confirms. “Don’t get me wrong, I miss Sara. I fucking loved her like a sister, but at some point, I have to accept that she’s really gone and that you need to start living again. I think Gigi will be good for you.”
“She is,” I agree.
“Alright, man. I have to run, but do me a favor,” he says, a guilty expression flickering in his eyes. “When you turn on your phone, just go ahead and delete your voice messages. There’s no need to listen to that shit.”
I laugh as he walks away and drops down into his cruiser with his partner patiently waiting in the car. After a quick wave to them, I turn on my heel and head inside, finding Gigi sitting up on the kitchen counter, waiting patiently and looking fucking radiant. “Hi,” I murmur as I walk toward her.
Her face flushes as I reach her, and I can’t resist sliding my hands up her thighs as she slowly opens her legs, allowing me to get even closer. “What are the plans today?” she questions as her hands come to a stop on my chest, her legs locking around my hips.
“I don’t need to pick up Georgie till three,” I tell her, a wicked grin stretching across my lips. “So until then, consider yourself my hostage.”
“Hostage, huh?” she asks, her fingers roaming over my chest. “Should I be screaming?”
I lean into her and run my nose along her neck, inhaling that addictive scent before kissing her soft, sensitive skin, loving the way she tilts her head, silently begging for more. “Oh, you’ll definitely be screaming,” I rumble against her skin.
“Really now?” she questions, excitement drumming in her eyes as she pulls back and meets my stare, her bright eyes boring into mine.
I give a slow definite nod, letting her know just how serious I am. I’ve been resisting her too fucking long, keeping her at arm’s length because I’ve been scared, but not anymore. She deserves to be loved in the way she craves, and damn it, I wanna give it to her. I want to give her everything I’ve got.
Reaching out to her, I run my fingers down the side of her face, and she leans into my touch as my hunger for her intensifies. My hand slides around the back of her neck, and before I know it, I’m pulling her into me, our bodies crashing together with urgency.
Gigi wraps her arms around my neck as I catch her lips in mine, kissing her deeply and letting her feel just how fucking desperately I need her.
She moans into me before releasing her hold around my neck and dropping her hands to the hem of my shirt, grabbing the material, and yanking it up between our bodies. She tosses the shirt aside and the second her hands come down on my body, electricity fills my veins.
“Oh, God,” she groans against my lips as I grind against her.
Needing so much more, I grip her shirt and pull it over her head, my hands immediately coming down on her body as my lips roam over the base of her neck. Feeling my way over her back, I unclasp her black bra and she quickly pulls the straps down her arms before tossing it away.