Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Is War responsible for this?” Nix turns her ire onto our uncle. “And wait.” She points between Mac and me. “Why the hell are you two so quiet about this?”
“I think it’s time to head out.” I stand, putting my girl on her feet. She spins around to face me.
“Do you know things?”
“Might know a few things.” I shrug.
“You’re going to get it.”
“That's the plan, Hellcat.”
“Don’t be all cute, and put that away.” She pokes my dimple, which I guess is showing. “You're in trouble.” Her acting mad at me is adorable and only has me wanting her more.
"We're out; we actually have plans," I tell everyone, grabbing Bonte's hand, not wanting to say goodbye for thirty minutes. My dick is too hard for that shit.
"Oh my God!" Bonte laughs. "Bye, I guess." She waves to everyone as I lead her out of the living room and toward the front room. "Why are you in such a hurry?" she asks when we get outside. "Does this have anything to do with this outfit you picked out for me?"
"Yes." Bonte licks her lips. “In,” I order, pointing to the SUV’s door I’m holding open. She hops inside, a smug expression on her beautiful face.
Today she’s got on her dark eyeliner, and her lips are painted a deep purple. Everything about what she is wearing is reminiscent of the night we met, and I’m sure Bonte had put that together when I laid out the black pleated skirt and button-up white shirt and those fucking fishnet pantyhose. She made sure to take her time getting dressed, and she’s tortured me all damn night in that getup.
I slide into the driver’s seat, pulling down and out of War’s driveway and through the gates. Bonte plays with the ring on her finger that I put there after she graduated. The rectangular black diamond is surrounded by diamonds all around it. The band is thick with etchings of vines. I never thought of myself as the creative type, but I’m damn proud of that wedding ring.
Our wedding was on a whim, and people weren’t too happy about that. I don’t give a shit. Bonte and I just wanted to be married. I want as many ties as I can get to her. In time she’ll have our child too. I told her I was ready when she was, but I’m also enjoying our time together and those last-second trips we’re always taking. I already know she wants three kids, and I want what she’s willing to give me.
“Eros.” Bonte gives me a sly smile when I turn off the main road and loop around to the backside of the Marino property toward the trees that cover one full side. Tonight is the perfect night. The moon is bright and high in the sky, giving just enough light. “Are we doing what I think we are?” She licks her lips. I pull the SUV to a stop.
“If you—” I’m cut off when she flings open the door and bolts. I watch as her skirt shifts higher, taunting me.
I shouldn’t have expected any less of my little hellcat. She knows I love a good chase, and she loves when I catch her. I take my time, wanting to give her a head start. I try to count to ten, but fuck, I can’t help myself; I take off after her.
I watch her dart between the trees, coming up quickly behind her. I hear her mutter a curse and push herself to go fast. My girl isn’t a fan of running but still loves the chase.
She darts off down a small path, but I cut through to get to her fast and put us out of our misery. We both know she could never escape me. I’d die in these woods before I left them without her.
I pick up my speed, seeing her come down to the left, still on the narrow pathway. She hears me coming, my steps heavy. Bonte tries to fake a turn, but it’s too late; I’m on her. I wrap my arms around her and take us both to the ground, making sure my body takes the force of it, and then roll, pinning her beneath me.
“No.” She fights me, only making my cock painfully harder. I let her get in a few blows before I pin her hands above her head. Bonte’s breathing is heavy, but I’m not giving her a chance to catch her breath. I knee her legs apart, my hand gripping the front of her shirt. I yank, sending the buttons flying before I pull her bra down, her tits spilling free.
“Oh God.” She moans when my mouth latches on to one of her nipples. I reach between us, still sucking on her, and rip the pantyhose before I lift my hand to quickly undo my pants, pushing them down.