Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Really, I’m not sure I understand because I know he’s not fucking me tonight. I tell myself I only want to make this ass so enticing, he won’t stand a chance in denying it. If he’s not going to fuck me, that’ll be on my terms, not his.
20
KILLIAN
Leaving Logan alone this week was a struggle, and even that seems like a trivial word for how difficult it was.
The last time I saw him, I tried to stop myself from taking him, but then he kept pushing, and it was too much for me. I needed to find out how tight that virgin hole was. Needed to feel the way the muscles would contract as he breathed with me lodged inside him. Needed to see the desperation as his eyes begged for a desire he refused to voice.
But as much as I enjoy fucking with his head, I knew I’d gone too far when he started denying what we’d done. Sometimes it’s so easy to read what’s on his mind, what he wants from me. Others, I’m oblivious.
I wanted to reach out to him to make sure he was okay, to be sure I hadn’t pushed him over the edge, but I chose to respect his desire for peace. I’m a Lorde, after all, and if there’s anything a Lorde knows, it’s patience. I’m a predator stalking in the night. I can always wait, decide on the best time to strike, and when he finally called, I knew I’d have my chance once again.
But damn, in all that time he avoided speaking with me, it was like he had me in a chokehold, steadily restricting my breath, taking my very life from me. I’ve fucked plenty of men, but what Logan and I share is different. We activate something so primal within each other that’s overpowering.
And now, when I should be focusing on work, all I can think is how much I wish I could be breeding Logan Wilde’s ass.
I take a whiff, my nostrils filling with the fresh batch. There’s that good rush, telling me everything I need to know. “Oh fuck yeah,” I tell Klyde—my distribution manager, coordinating major deliveries—and Rage. “You weren’t kidding.”
Rage beams, his eyes bulging.
“Clearly, you’ve already had plenty for yourself,” I observe.
“When it’s this tasty, can you blame me?”
“I can always find a way to blame you,” I tease. “Where are the other guys?” When I came to the warehouse, I immediately noticed we were low on security. Once our guys got all the boxes in here, I counted thirteen of us—myself excluded—most organizing the boxes around us, and only two guys on the upper level, keeping an eye out for the Feds. That’s too few guys for a shipment this size.
“This is only half the load, so we worked it out,” Rage says.
“We needed to keep security on the other half,” Klyde explains.
Tension knots in my throat. “You need more security covering the place,” I insist.
“It’s one time.”
“One time was all it took for Old Terror, isn’t it?” I snap.
Rage’s jaw stiffens. “It wasn’t my call. And with you being in a mood, I’m not gonna tell you who made it, but we didn’t have a choice. Since the Feds got the drop on the first location, we had to move everything to another location before bringing it here. Otherwise, the only person getting their hands on this was gonna be a SWAT team.”
I take a breath. Whether I like it or not, shit like this comes up. You can’t expect everything to go according to plan when you’re a crime boss. Still, it gives me an uneasy feeling. And I hate uneasiness.
“Get some of the guys to come from the house,” I instruct Krychek and Jaime, “and see if we can’t call in a favor from the Wildes. Just to be on the safe side.”
“You don’t trust my judgment?” Rage says.
I pat his shoulder. “Sounds like you get the idea.”
He issues a playful glare before we finish up with Klyde, creating a pickup plan for the Veritovs. Once that’s done, Krychek heads out to fetch the car, and Jaime joins me.
“Sorry if this wasn’t up to snuff for you, bro,” Rage says.
“I’ll be fine once some more guys get here.”
“Bet you’ll be even better later, when you see your Wilde lover.”
He’s not wrong. “Speaking of Logan, I suggest you don’t watch us again unless you want me to cut your dick off.”
He grins. “I think you just wanted to say something about touching my dick.”
I roll my eyes. “Jaime.” I motion to the exit into the hallway, and the three of us head toward it.
“So when is this wedding gonna take place?” Rage asks. “We gotta make arrangements. Get all the family together.”
“It’s not that kind of wedding,” I say, almost sounding annoyed that it isn’t a real wedding. I tell myself it bothers me because I should have the right to marry whomever I choose, but I can’t help wondering if there’s more to it than that.