Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
“Fuck. Why do they always have to be something unsavory?” I ask aloud.
“Is what I think happening, happening. I thought circle jerks went by the wayside with bell bottoms.”
“Ugh, who knows. Let’s get these cleaned up. Riley gets anxious when I’m gone for too long.”
“You know you’re bleeding, don’t you?” he asks.
“I know. I’ll be fine. It’s a through and through.”
“You’re a crazy bastard; you know that, don’t you, bro?”
“Takes one to know one,” I reply, chuckling.
We talk while we work. While my brother was a total dick in his youth, he’s more than made up for it as an adult. Blood is thicker than water, and family is everything. Now that I have one of my own, I know that to be true.
In a roundabout way, I’m grateful my brother was such a douche. If he hadn’t done the things he did, I never would have bought a bride. I would never have found Riley. I would never have saved her from loneliness and despair, and she wouldn’t have saved me from the darkness that was threatening to consume me. Before her, I was a brutal hitman with nothing to lose. Now you can catch me at Aislinne’s, our three-year-olds tea party sipping imaginary tea like a fucking boss.
We dump the bodies, and on the way home, I drop Caleb off at his place.
As soon as I walk in the front door, Riley is there to greet me.
“You should be sound asleep, peaches.”
“Shut it. You know I can’t sleep unless you’re here. Tish said you got shot.”
“Those two have big mouths,” I grumble.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” I notice everything about you. Ride or die, remember?”
“I remember.” I’ll never forget.
She pulls my shirt off and gasps. “You’re an idiot, Samson McCrea.”
“You’ll fix me right up, won’t you naughty nurse.”
“Now isn’t the time for sex games, Samson.”
“It’s always time for sex games.”
“Sit down,” she says before getting to work. She was already prepared with the first aid kit at the dining room table. Like the first time she cleaned me up, and every time since, she’s been amazing. She thinks I can’t see the tears. She fights back every time she does this, but I do see them. I am going to talk to my dad about moving up in the organization. There’s got to be something less dangerous I can do. My family needs me.
She climbs in my lap, her bare pussy grinding on me. Even though I am covered in blood, she knows what I need. Lifting up, she pulls my pants open and cock out before sitting back down on it, reverse cowgirl. She rests her head in the crook of my neck and uses her fee to push up and down on me.
She is absolutely everything to me. Knowing that she would never betray me makes me want to pound my chest, but I'll stick to pounding her. The world could burn down around us tomorrow, and as long as I have her, I win.
“Cheaters don’t get tacos.”- SM.
“It doesn’t count as cheating if it’s Crazy Eights.” RM.
“Cheating is cheating, peaches.” -SM.
“Come find me and tell me no to my face. Better yet, tell it to my pussy.”’-RM.
“On my way. Get that pretty pussy ready for me. I’m gonna tear it up.”-SM.
“Promises, promises.”-RM.