Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
She didn’t bring it to her mouth, but she did work it up and down the length of her sex, coating my mold with her juices.
“That works, too, baby,” I approved. “Once it’s nice and wet, I want you to relax, and then try to work the tip in.”
Again, as if she could hear me, I saw her muscles literally go slack, both knees falling to the bed out wide.
Oh, so slowly, she worked the tip in.
“More,” I growled. “Just a little more.”
She gave me more.
And more.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I growled again. “Take it all into that tight cunt of yours.”
Absently I worked my hand down my length as she fucked herself with my cock mold.
Only when her back arched and she cried out did I allow myself to release.
The window got sprayed with the evidence of my voyeurism, and I panted as we both came down from our releases.
Fuck, I was going to hell.
I had to stop.
But let’s be honest here.
I wasn’t going to.
Being a bad guy worked for me sometimes.
I wasn’t in a good mood, having spent the day writing a list of all the people that I would be laying off this week.
The list grew every single day, and by the time I’d gotten to the end of the list, I had over a hundred and twenty people that were getting the can.
I wasn’t looking forward to the backlash that was bound to happen, and I’d worked myself into a mood that didn’t have anything left to deal with bullshit.
Which was, of course, when I got the call from Shad.
“What’s up?” I grumbled.
“Need your help,” Shad said. “He’s months behind on child support.”
My back stiffened. “I warned him.”
“Well, seems like that warning wasn’t taken seriously.”
I got up, smoothed the lapels down on my suit coat, and said, “Noted.”
“Where are you going?” Keely asked as she met me in my office doorway with lunch.
“Out,” I said. “Leave my lunch on the desk. I’ll be back.”
I was back in an hour with a wad of cash in my pocket and the sureness in my bones that Joey needed to die.
The man could buy new gaming consoles, but couldn’t afford to pay his ex-girlfriend’s child support for a child he had a hand in making?
I think, the fuck, not.
Fifteen
I’m not clearing up any rumors. I probably did do it. And if I didn’t, I probably might.
—Copper to Baker
BAKER
Two months later
“Your mystery benefactor has been here to pay for you already.” The woman smiled.
“You still won’t tell me who ‘he’ is?” I asked, looking around in hopes that I would see said benefactor.
Instinctively, I already knew who “he” was.
I was just refusing to admit it to myself. It was easier to think that I had some mystery admirer rather than admitting to myself that he’d rather do things for me, but still not be seen with me.
“Been and gone.” The woman smiled again, answering my non-verbal question. “And no can do.”
I wasn’t sure how Copper had done it, but he’d remained completely anonymous in all the mysterious little things that he kept doing for me.
I knew it was him, though.
Audric wouldn’t just allow anyone to move into his house next door.
I also wasn’t completely oblivious.
I knew damn well and good that Audric was getting chummy with his new neighbor. And Audric wasn’t chummy with anyone that wasn’t a part of his club.
Which, by extension, now included me.
I had this pointed out to me by my dad last week when he’d run into Audric on the sidewalk.
“He’s treating you like an old lady.”
Speaking of my father…
I answered on the second ring.
“You got another letter to the house.”
I grimaced. “Throw it away.”
“You can’t skip this, and you know you can’t,” he said. “You’ll hate yourself.”
I sighed.
“I know.”
The baby strapped to my chest chose that moment to reach for my coffee.
I easily held it out of his reach and kept walking and talking.
“This is your best friend from high school’s wedding,” he said. “You have to go. Cerise would never forgive you.”
He was right.
Cerise and I had once been the best of friends.
Life and time had separated us slightly, but I still checked in with her through text—at least now I did. When I was recently postpartum, I’d pulled away a bit.
But she’d been a good sport about everything, and we’d grown our relationship quite a bit.
When she’d moved to Washington, DC, a few years ago, I’d been devastated.
I’d never met the man she was going to marry, but I suppose I would be soon.
“She asked me if it was okay if her family invited Joey, and I said yes.” I sighed and stepped to the side to allow a biker to pass. “I should’ve said no, and this would all be a moot point.”
“Joey’s family and hers have been best friends for a long time. Way before you were ever in the picture. That would be awkward for her, which is why you said yes in the first place,” Dad pointed out.