Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Barbara doesn’t want to see us get hurt. She’s become very attached just as I have become to her, and if, for any reason, neither of us were able to make it back to our new home, it would crush her. As for Ray, he told us right from the get-go that we weren’t to bring our shit into Cedar Falls, and this is our way of keeping that promise. Because somehow, if we don’t get to Lux first, he will spend the rest of his life hunting us, and that’s no way to live.
Today, Lux Valen will die.
We sit in a stolen minivan, not wanting to risk driving the Charger into the city and being recognized, especially as we sit outside the old Chinese restaurant, watching and waiting for Lux to return. We’re being as discreet as possible, watching the restaurant from a little down the street, more than prepared to sit here for as long as it takes. Though it doesn’t go unnoticed that the pool of Stone’s blood that fell on the sidewalk all those weeks ago is still there.
Kinda gross really, and it speaks volumes about the care the city puts into keeping the streets safe and clean. Not that the Bone Reapers are going out of their way to report it and bring attention to their little operation here, and I can guarantee nobody else is either. They won’t risk drawing that kind of attention to themselves.
We came prepared. We’ve got snacks. Water. Weapons. And yes, I even brought a spare pair of panties, because we all know how I like my cookie properly packaged at all times, and I’m not prepared to put her through the same abuse she went through while on the run. Underwear is a must. Unless Stone is between my thighs. And in that case, the only appropriate panties near me are the ones he’s physically torn off with his teeth.
God, he’s such an animal. I absolutely love it.
I’ve had more than my fair share of sexual partners over the past few years. I’m one of those girls who isn’t shy about my fondness of sex. I’ll actively seek it, and most of the time, my chosen partner can get the job done. But nobody has ever taken me the way he does.
Maybe it’s the seven years of deprivation. He grew a hunger for pussy that can’t possibly be sated, and that’s the kind of man I will never let go of. And it’s not just that massive cock. It’s his tongue. His mouth. His skilled fingers. He enjoys getting me off just as much as he likes getting off himself.
When he’s not out in the field, he’s inside of me. We spend every spare moment making up for lost time, but I have to be honest, a part of me is disappointed in myself. When all my memories came back, it became apparent that I had been saving myself for Stone. At seventeen, there was no way he was about to pop that cherry, but I was ready to wait. I’d already fallen for him, and I knew that he was going to be my first. But after my memories faded away, that part of me went right along with it.
I didn’t even know if I was still a virgin when I had sex for the first time, though it became more than apparent when the guy slammed into me, and it hurt like a fucking bitch. It wasn’t a great experience, and I can’t even blame him. That particular clusterfuck was all on me. I was freshly eighteen and had only been out of the hospital for a few months. I had an itch and wanted it scratched, so I found the first willing guy, seduced him at a party, and went for gold.
In hindsight, I should have taken my time.
He tore through my virginity, and when I started to bleed, we were both lost for words. It rocked his confidence, and he couldn’t finish the job, then he called me gross for allowing him to fuck me while on my period, not realizing what had really happened.
I regret that moment like a drunk text sent at 2 a.m.
Now that my forgotten memories are back, I wish I hadn’t been so careless with my body. I wish I could have given that part of me to him. Hindsight really is a bitch. Everyone always warns you about karma, but no one ever mentions her younger sister, hindsight.
“What are you overthinking?” Stone asks, his gaze sailing up and down the street for the millionth time today. It’s after eight in the evening, and we’ve been here since ten. So far, there’s not been a single sighting of a Bone Reaper, but we didn’t expect it during the day. After dark, that’s different.