Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I’m dimly aware that the car is probably shaking right now.
And I don’t give a damn.
I grind down harder, moaning his name, as he looks at me with soft and needy eyes as he fills me to the core. “Fuck, Kira,” he whispers, and the tone in his voice finally breaks me. “I’m so fucking close. You feel so fucking good.”
I shatter on him. All my frustration, all my fears, they no longer exist. I come so hard my skin flushes red and I see spots at the edges of my vision. I say his name, moaning it as he fucks into me harder, ripping me in half, breaking me into a thousand pieces, until he’s coming too. It’s a thick warmth that fills me straight to my center, driving my own orgasm into overdrive.
I nearly black out before I finally collapse onto the side beside him. Stellan pulls me close against him like a bear. I snuggle into his muscular chest, trying to catch my breath.
For a minute, we stay like that, suspended in our own little world.
But reality reasserts itself.
“What time is it?” I murmur as I awkwardly gather up my clothes.
He glances at his watch. “Midnight. A little past.”
“I should probably get home.”
He grunts, watching me. “You can come back to my place.”
I shake my head. “Gem will expect me in the morning.”
He stares for an uncomfortably long moment, not bothering to cover himself. Which isn’t really a bad thing. His cock is still half hard, still massive, and still incredibly beautiful.
But finally, he tugs on underwear and dresses. Once we’re presentable, he knocks on the divider and tells the driver to take me back to my building.
We drive in silence. He tries to engage me, but I don’t give him much. There’s a pleasant ache between my legs, but I’m busy thinking about what this all means.
And what I’ve gotten myself into.
“Think about my offer,” he says at the door to the building. I made him promise not to follow me inside, just in case Gem’s still waiting up.
“I really don’t want to.”
“That’s not an option.”
I think about kissing him again. But the heat of the club and the rush of fucking him in the car is quickly fading.
“Just give me some time, alright? Can you do that?”
“I’ll try. But I’m not patient.”
“I noticed.”
“I’ll come to the diner during your first shift in three days.”
That’s not long, but I have a feeling he won’t care. “Fine. I’ll have an answer by then.”
“Good.” He touches my hip.
But I’m already turning away. I slip inside and push the door closed between us. I feel him still there, lingering while I catch my breath in the hallway.
I shouldn’t have done that. Sleeping with him in his car was insane. Especially after he asked me to marry him.
What the hell am I doing right now? Am I really considering it?
He could give Gem the stability she needs. I believe him when he says he’ll take care of her.
He might even take care of me too.
“Stop it, Kira,” I mutter to myself, fixing my hair in the little mirror hanging in the hallway a few doors down from my apartment. “Good sex doesn’t mean he’s a good person. Don’t you dare forget it.”
A door suddenly opens. Mrs. Walker looks out, frowning at me. “Did you say something? Why are you making so much noise, young lady?”
I hurry past her. “Goodnight, Mrs. Walker.”
“You always were trouble, Kira Santoro!”
I stumble into the apartment. Everything I do is so damn loud. I drop my keys on the kitchen island. The place is dark and silent, and I do my best to sneak back down the narrow hall. Everything is so dingy and pathetic. All our furniture is cheap particleboard and rotting stuffing.
I poke my head into Gem’s tiny room. My genius little sister is fast asleep on her twin bed, wrapped in her secondhand blankets, curled into a tight ball.
She deserves better than this.
And I could give her so much more.
All I have to do is marry Stellan and let him change both our lives.
KIRA
Irub shampoo into the massive brown dog’s fur and try to ignore the awful pounding headache eating me from the inside. The dog snuffs and grunts as I spray him down.
“So I hear you were out late.” Tabby leans up against the wall, grinning at me. “Mrs. Walker’s been telling everyone she caught you doing the walk of shame.”
“Is it the walk of shame if I’m coming home from a date?”
“I knew it!” Tabby grins at me, practically vibrating. “Who was it? Tell me it was someone I’ve met?”
“Sort of,” I grumble, feeling like shit. I haven’t been hungover in a while, and washing this massive dog isn’t helping. “Can we talk about something else?”
“Absolutely not. You haven’t been on a date since I’ve known you, and I need to live vicariously through my younger friend. Give me the details.”