Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
And it felt amazing.
I slowly blinked my eyes open and saw Nicholas sitting in a chair beside the bed. Amy was laying in the hospital bed with a heart monitor and an IV drip attached to her.
I looked down at Travis and smiled a little. He was sleeping. His hair was falling over his eyes, showing that he needed to cut it soon.
Travis looked so peaceful when he was asleep – not at all like the monster I knew he kept under the surface, the monster that reared its ugly head when he was awake.
I gently shook him because I knew for a fact that when he slept, he held on tightly. Therefore, I wouldn’t be able to get him to let me go unless he was awake. “Travis,” I said softly.
He blinked up at me, looking wide awake and not at all like I’d just woke him from a slumber. “What’s wrong?” he asked in his gruff, half-asleep voice, which sounded fucking sexy as hell.
“Can you let me go?”
He moved his arms, and I got up, walking over to the sterile hospital bed that Amy was currently laying in. She looked up at me and gave me a pain-filled smile. “Are you okay?” I asked her. She looked pretty rough. Bruises and cuts littered her body, and there were some scrapes on her face.
She shrugged. “I’ll be fine. Dad managed to find me before I was raped,” I clenched my jaw, “but I was knocked unconscious when he did. I have some bruises and scrapes and a concussion, but other than that, I’m fine.”
I bit my lip. “I was so fucking worried,” I told her, reaching over to grab her hand in mine.
She rolled her eyes, a small smile playing at her lips. “I’m a strong girl, Katie. You know that.”
Before I could respond, vomit surged up my throat. I covered my mouth, dry heaving. Travis wrapped an arm around me to support me and thrust a small vomit bag in front of my face. He turned me away from Amy as I began to relieve my stomach of stomach acid, not a damn thing left in my stomach to spew. When I was finished, Travis lifted me into his arms as if I weighed nothing. “I’ll bring her back later,” he told Amy, and I was feeling too bad to protest.
“Please go find out what in the hell is wrong with her,” Amy replied. “She’s looked like shit since you two got here.”
Ever since I had eaten the food from that fast-food joint, I’d been feeling nauseated. If I threw up, it was only stomach acid anymore. I felt like absolute shit, but I had needed to see for myself that Amy was okay.
Travis found a nurse, and we were led to a room where I would be examined. They wanted to protest at first, but Travis being Travis managed to bribe her with a couple hundred dollar bills and a growl of warning.
The nurse on duty handed me a urine cup. “Use that bathroom right over there and place the cup behind the metal door when you’re done.”
When I came back into the room, there was a hospital gown waiting on the bed for me. I sighed. I hated wearing those things. I looked at Travis. “Do I really have to put that damn thing on?” I asked him.
His lips twitched in amusement, but he only nodded his head. “Yeah; need help?”
I rolled my eyes at him. Of course, he would want to help me get undressed. I managed to get undressed by myself, and Travis tied up the back of my gown, letting his fingers trail over my back, lighting my skin on fire as he did so. He turned me to face him, and his stubble rubbed my jaw as he brought his face next to mine. Shivers ran down my spine.
“If we weren’t in this fucking hospital and a doctor couldn’t possibly walk in at any moment, I’d bend your fine ass over this hospital bed right now,” he hotly whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine as I gripped his biceps in response.
Shaking my head, I stepped away from him and laid down on the bed, the image of him balls deep in that slut filtering into my mind. “You’ve got a girlfriend. Don’t go around cheating on her,” I retorted.
He looked baffled. “Girlfriend?” he asked incredulously. “You mean the girl you found me fucking?” I clenched my jaw, and that was all the answer he needed. “She’s the girl that Luke and Ryan were supposed to kidnap in the first place instead of you. She was abused, hence why I took her from that situation, and she finds relief through sex. Since you and I were on the outs and not speaking to each other because you’re a fucking cold-hearted bitch with no feelings,” I flinched, “I helped her find that release.”