Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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I’m exhausted, mentally, physically, and emotionally. Everything is hitting me all at once, and the guilt is eating me alive.
I should go home, shower, and sleep for a solid eight hours, but I know my overactive mind. Rest won’t come. I’ll toss and turn, get hot and sweaty, and be even more miserable.
And while I’m sitting in Locke’s truck at the back of The Social, the lights off, the bar closed down, I do the only thing any woman would do: I text my man. I’d call him, but if he’s asleep, I don’t want to wake him up. And while I have a key to his place, I still have manners. Plus, I’ve seen the self-defense he packs at his house, and I don’t want to be on the receiving end if I catch him unaware.
Me: Hey, are you awake?
I turn the key in the ignition, firing up the truck. The weather is nice enough that I’m not overly hot or freezing cold, so it’s been fine to sit without wasting gas. I did at least lock myself in.
Locke: Yeah, sugar. You home?
Me: No, just got out. Do you mind if I come over?
Locke: You don’t ever have to ask. There’s a reason I gave you a key, Jade. I want you to use it.
Me: Be there soon.
Locke: I’ll be waiting.
A quick click of my seatbelt, tossing my phone in my bag, and pulling out of the parking spot, out of the lot, and getting on the road are the only things I’m focused on. Even when my phone connects to the Bluetooth, blaring a heavy metal song turned up way too loud, it still doesn’t bother me. Nope, I’ve got other shit on my mind, and the only person who can shut me up is ten minutes away. It’s going to be the longest drive of my life.
11
Locke
“You okay?” I ask Jade when she walks through the door. I’ve got my ass to the kitchen counter, a bottle of water next to me, and the only thing I’ve got on is a pair of boxer briefs. I heard her pull in, turn the truck off, and walk up the steps. After the text message, I opened the gate, unlocked the front door, and have been waiting for her to come inside.
“Kind of, maybe, no. Actually, I’m not. I didn’t get a chance to tell you what happened.” Her thumb goes to her mouth, and she starts to nibble on the nail.
“Well, come tell me over here, not all the way over there.” I uncross my arms. I need to have her close, want to see her eyes and get a feel of what she’s going through.
“You could always come to me, you know.” A smile tugs at my lips. Even when she’s on a rant, it makes my cock twitch.
“Sugar.” She walks toward me.
“You’re a pain my ass.” Jade throws her hands in the air.
“I’m not yet, but I can make that happen.” I’ve yet to take her ass. That doesn’t mean we haven’t played. We have, and she comes alive the second my tongue rasps over her tight hole. Then there’s the way her ass sucks my fingers deeper as she’s taking my cock inside her pussy. Soon, it’ll be my cock making her feel that way while she’s got a vibrator thrusting inside her.
“Locke.” The minute she’s in reaching distance, my hands go to her hips, and I pull her close. Her hands slide up my body, landing on my chest.
“We’ll go back to that. Tell me what’s going on.” I lower my head and skate my lips across hers. When her tongue slips out, I’m caught between wanting to deepen the kiss or make this short and sweet.
“Mom stopped by yesterday. She knows. Oh my god, Locke, she knows.” She makes the decision for me, going so far as to moving out of my arms. I watch as she paces back and forth while continuing the one-sided conversation, “What are we going to do? We have this damn pact that our family has no secrets, that we communicate and love unconditionally, but why do I feel like the guilt is eating me alive? Then Jace has to pull out the nice older brother act and apologize to me tonight. He never says sorry, not even when he put a frog in my nightstand drawer all those years ago.” She pulls her hair out of the ponytail and tosses the tie on the counter, then goes about taking her shoes off, nudging them off with her toes at the heel. I think maybe this is going to lead into a striptease, until she picks them up.
“Sugar,” I try to interrupt her tirade.
“He did agree to butt out of the car issue. And don’t get me started on the wingman comment. I don’t like the thought that my man is out with my very single brother while Jace is picking up his flavor of the month. Actually, I don’t know if it’s monthly, weekly, or daily. And you know what, I don’t want to know.” I watch as Jade places her shoes on the rack near the door, takes off her socks, and throws them near the laundry room.