Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know they would force you like that. Lucian told me you were doing this willingly. Didn’t you have to sign a contract?”
“I did, I mean I went in willingly, I didn’t know about the drug until after I signed,” she explains, her anger finally simmered down. “I was freaking out, and I was scared.”
“I’m sorry,” I apologize yet again, feeling guilty for taking it so far. I take a seat on the edge of the bed and reach for her hand. I’m surprised when she doesn’t pull away. She lets me wrap my larger fingers around hers. “If you really want to go to Briggs’s place, I’ll take you. But I’d rather you stay here with me.”
“Why?” She asks hesitantly, her gaze guarded as if she is waiting for me to tell her I’m joking.
“I don’t know,” I tell her honestly. “I just want you close.”
Her eyes soften, and I smile.
“I’ll stay,” she whispers, making me sigh in relief.
“Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat,” I offer, but Maya shakes her head.
“I’m just really thirsty,” she explains. “My mouth is so dry.”
“I’ll be right back,” I say before jogging out of the room and downstairs into the kitchen. I grab two cold bottles of water from the fridge and jog back upstairs.
When I get back, she is still lying on my bed where I left her. I set one bottle onto my nightstand and open the other to hand to her. She sits up slightly, leaning onto her elbow, as she reaches for the bottle with her free hand. She takes a few gulps before handing the bottle back to me. I take a few swigs myself and set the bottle down.
Turning toward Maya, I notice she is sprawled out on my bed, wearing her jeans and shirt.
“Let me give you something to sleep in.” I walk to my dresser and pick out one of my softer T-shirts. By the time I walk back to the bed, she is already taking her shirt and bra off.
Her perfect tits come into view, and I have to force myself not to groan. I’ve already fucked her twice tonight, but I could go for a third if I didn’t think she is probably sore.
I hand her the shirt, and she pulls it over her head, covering her upper body once again. She lies back and undoes her jeans. I move to the end of the bed and grab the feet of her jeans. “What are you doing?” She giggles as I pull her jeans down her legs.
“Helping you undress,” I explain, throwing her pants on the floor before I get undressed myself.
Maya watches me with a heated gaze until I’m in nothing but my boxers, and I wonder if a third round is not out of the question, after all. My cock hardens, and Maya’s eyes fall onto my dick.
“Don’t even think about getting that thing near me again tonight.” She shuts down all my hopes with one sentence.
“Fine, but I’m sleeping in the bed with you.”
“Fine.” Maya rolls her eyes, making me grin.
I flick off the light switch on my bedside table and climb into the bed next to Maya. I pull the blanket over us and slide my arm over her body to pull her into my chest.
“I didn’t take you for a cuddler,” Maya murmurs sleepily.
“Seems like you don’t know me at all,” I joke, when in reality, I’ve never been a cuddler. I’ve been more of a fuck them and leave them kind of person in the past, but Maya is different. I want her close, I want her pressed up against me as close as possible. I want to feel her, smell her and breathe her in. I want all of her and more. And at least for tonight, I have just that.
22
MAYA
If I spent the rest of my life guessing, I would never guess I’d wake up in Tucker’s arms, in Tucker’s bed—at least, not without him having to tie me down to make it happen. And I sure as hell would never imagine being glad once I did.
Yet here I am, and I am glad. A little confused at first, before the memories come rushing back, but relief quickly follows the flashbacks. It could have been much worse last night, so much worse that I can’t bring myself to think about it.
Things turned out to be not so bad. If it had to be anybody, I’m glad it happened with him, even if I still can’t quite understand why he did it.
Unless he just wanted something to hold over my head. Could that be true?
I don’t want to think about that right now, with his heartbeat softly pulsing against my ear. I’m so tired of having to think about everything, looking for ulterior motives, looking over my shoulder to cover my back. It’s exhausting.