Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
My cock twitched to life again when I thought about it. Fuck, maybe I needed to go fuck the blonde with Kye after all. It was getting late though, and I was worrying over the fact that I’d left Aspen all day. When I had texted Trinity to ask about Aspen, Trinity had assured me that she was doing great. Shiloh had come over, and the three of them had sat around the pool, talking. Knowing Aspen was in a bikini was also a reason I hadn’t gone back.
That was shit I couldn’t handle.
The blonde was currently bent over the back counter while Kye pumped into her and watched the game at the same time. He’d already had her in his lap, fucking him. Maybe he had the right idea. Just keep fucking until my dick didn’t get hard when I thought about Aspen all pressed up against me this morning.
My phone dinged, and I pulled it out, looking down at the text.
Huck: Girls fell asleep in the living room, watching a movie. I just took Trinity downstairs, and Gage came and got Shiloh. You or Kye can get Aspen when you get here. She’s on the sectional.
Fuck. She was downstairs alone, sleeping. What if she had a nightmare? I glanced back at Kye and decided to just take the extra bike home. He wasn’t going to be done anytime soon.
I hurried out the back and headed to the house. I shouldn’t have stayed out so late. But I also shouldn’t be so damn worked up over her either. I was getting too damn protective, but, fuck, she was fragile and alone. She needed someone. Those beautiful, sad eyes of hers haunted me.
I headed inside the house and walked quietly into the living room. Aspen looked as if she hadn’t stirred. No twisted covers. Her hands were tucked under her cheek, and the damn tightness in my chest was pissing me off.
I didn’t want to wake her, so I pulled the blanket back and lifted her up into my arms, holding her against my chest before heading for the stairs. She curled into me, pressing her nose to my shirt and sighing.
Jesus Christ, stop that.
As I climbed the stairs, her hand splayed over my chest, and she began to fucking feel me up. The sooner I got her in her bed, the better.
Pushing her door open with my foot, I walked inside, glad the lights were off, and laid her on the bed. The moment I started to let her go, her eyes opened, and she looked at me. Shit.
“It’s okay. Just putting you in bed. Go back to sleep,” I said softly.
She let her hands slide away from me and kept watching me.
Leave the room, Levi.
She was fine. She would go back to sleep.
I started to turn.
“Levi.” She said my name in that sleepy voice of hers, and I wanted to groan in frustration.
“Yeah?” I asked her.
She licked her lips as she looked at me nervously. “Do you think … maybe I could … have one of your shirts that you’ve worn recently? Just to sleep in.”
My shirts?
“Why?”
She had plenty of those little satiny shorts that looked entirely too sexy on her.
“I just … I thought maybe … if I smelled you, then I might sleep better—you know, maybe not have a nightmare.”
I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Fucking hell. Dammit, why did she say shit like that?
Opening my eyes, I stared down at her, and the fear in her eyes was all I could handle. She was terrified of having another nightmare.
Fuck. I bent back down, scooped her up, and headed to my room with her. Not once did she question me or even squirm. A woman who was trying to manipulate me to get in my bed would be rubbing against me, kissing on my neck, doing shit to turn me on. Aspen barely breathed; she was so still. Why was her fucking innocence turning me on? I liked to beat women’s asses and call them sluts. Tell them they were dirty whores who got their cunts wet because they wanted me to be their daddy. Shit like that.
Aspen would never be able to handle me. I put her on the side she’d started on last night, then covered her up. She stayed still and said not one fucking word. No flirty smile. Nothing. Just those big-ass eyes watching me, unsure.
I sighed and brushed some hair out of her face. “Until you feel like you can sleep without having nightmares, you can sleep with me,” I told her. “If I’m not home when you go to bed, just go ahead and get in my bed.”
She pressed her lips together, and gratitude flickered in her gaze, but so did admiration.
Sweetheart, don’t do that, I thought. You don’t know me. Don’t give me that worshipful look. If you truly knew me, you wouldn’t look so damn happy to be in my bed.