Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
When it’s done, I stand back. My wife is naked, scars glistening, her back pressed against glass overlooking the city, and I’ve never seen a woman more perfect in my life. I stroke my cock, unable to help myself. She’s so goddamn incredible, I stroke faster, stroke harder, and cup one breast with my hand, jerking myself. I hold my palm to her mouth and she spits against it, her eyes wide with shock and delight.
“You make me so fucking hard,” I snarl, stroking my cock faster, squeezing her tits. “God, Caroline, you are so fucking beautiful.”
Her fingers snake into my hair and she kisses my neck. “Keep going, Finn. Come on me.”
“Fuck,” I say, low and out of control.
“Your tongue felt so good between my legs, Finn. Now I want you to feel good too.”
“Caroline,” I groan, eyes rolling back. I come hard, spurting onto her inner thigh, smearing myself against the scars there. My knees go weak and shaky. I can barely hold myself up. I collapse forward, pinning her back to the glass, and I feel her hand take my cock, her palms smearing against my cum-covered tip. “Fuck, wife,” I whisper as she slowly rubs it against her lips.
“I like the way you taste too,” she says, and I’m so gone I doubt I’ll ever recover. “We’re killing Redmond next. We’re doing it fast. No suffering. No mistakes.”
“Whatever you want.” I shiver, eyes closed. My teeth sink into her shoulder. “Anything at all.”
And I mean it. She could ask me to burn this whole city to the ground and I’d do it right now, just to taste her again. I’ve never felt like this before, like she’s my entire world, like everything in my life has collapsed into this moment.
Her fingers stroke my back, through my hair, and I don’t want to move, but eventually we swim in the pool to clean off before ending back in the sauna, swapping horror stories about all the shit we’ve been through, and she seems lighter than she’s ever been before, her feet in my lap, her skin pink with exertion.
19
FINN
Caroline sits in the back seat of the BMW. Liam’s driving, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping at the screen. “I can never find a good radio station,” he mutters, frowning.
“You should probably pay more attention to what we’re doing.” I nod at the car up ahead. It’s a dark truck, one of those fancy, high-end models that don’t ever get used for hauling a damn thing.
“He never pays attention. I swear, that guy lives in a bubble.” Liam settles on an old Rolling Stones song. He starts singing “Beast of Burden” and actually sounds pretty good. I glance at Caroline in the rearview mirror and she’s shaking her head with a smirk.
We circle the block a few times before parking alongside a dark construction site. The truck pulled in through a gated driveway nearby ten minutes ago and hasn’t come back out since. I get out and stalk around the fence.
“What is this place?” Caroline catches up with me. Liam walks a few paces behind, typing on his phone.
“Place your family’s building.” I nod at the skeleton of a new high-rise. “Luxury apartments. Major contract.”
“I didn’t know about this.”
“It was a huge deal when it was announced, but the developers were being hard-asses about using union labor. Your father somehow changed their minds.”
She tugs at her hair. “How’d he do that?”
“Rumor is he paid them off. But I happen to know for a fact that he beat the shit out of one of the partners and made the other two watch. Pretty sure that guy’s now walking with a cane at the ripe old age of forty-four.”
“Sounds like my father.”
“My brother was happy about it, so I can’t pretend like my hands are clean.” We reach a break in the fence. It’s late and the site isn’t operating, but there are lights among the beams, equipment, and materials. “What’s Redmond doing here, anyway?”
Liam speaks up. “He tours the place twice a week. My understanding is he took a personal interest in the project. Now he makes sure it’s on track.”
“Sounds like Redmond.” Caroline leans against the fence. “They never told me about stuff like this. I tried to ask Mal about business one time, but he just slapped me and laughed in my face. I never bothered after that.”
“If it makes you feel any better, Redmond’s a prick,” Liam offers. “I’m pretty sure everyone thinks he’s a joke.”
Caroline glances at me. She’s got a sly smile. “That doesn’t help, but I know what will.”
I gently put my hand on her ass. She doesn’t move, which is nice. “Got any ideas for me?”
“Not really,” she admits and finally steps away. I got maybe fifteen seconds, which I’m not complaining about. “All I know is we need to get away with it. I think we got lucky with Shane. I don’t want to take any risk this time.”