Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
He didn’t mean to get hard. But watching her wrap her lips around the straw and suck . . . it was incredibly sexy and suggestive. And he couldn’t stop his cock from sitting up and taking notice.
Asshole.
She’s in a hospital bed. She’s got a bad headache and she’s black and blue from a beating.
Calm. Down.
At least her eyes were closed so he couldn’t see him staring at her like he wanted to eat her.
Darn it.
That wasn’t doing his cock any favors. Now he found himself wondering what she would taste like.
Spencer was a pleasure Dom.
There was nothing he liked more than taking care of a sub, bringing her to release over and over. And eating pussy was one of his favorite things in the world.
And he had a feeling that her pussy would be better than anything he’d tasted in his life.
“Spencer? Are you all right?” she asked in a croaky voice.
Shit.
Hopefully she didn’t notice the hunger on his face as he stared down at her.
“Me? Yeah, Princess. You did such a good job. Well done.”
He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten how much she needed reassurance and praise. This sort of thing was right up his alley.
“You don’t need to treat me like I’m going to break. I’m not.”
“Of course you’re not,” he agreed.
He knew she was surprised by the way her eyes widened.
“You’re one of the strongest people I know.”
“You don’t really think that.”
“Are you going to tell me what I think?” he asked.
She gave him a fatigued look. And he remembered her headache and the fact that she hadn’t eaten yet. He’d ordered some burrito bowls. He wished he could cook for her, then he could be sure it was healthy and prepared properly.
“I’m not strong. A strong person would have stood up to Billy. Would have left him a long time ago.”
“Sometimes it’s impossible to see how bad someone is for you . . . I don’t know exactly what happened between you and Billy. But I do know that he likely manipulated you, played with your emotions and your head. And you are strong, you left him and started over pretty much on your own.”
“Maggie helped me.”
Thank God for Maggie being there for her when they hadn’t been.
“Leaving him took a lot of strength. But you can’t be strong all the time. We all need to lean on someone sometimes.”
“Well, sometimes we don’t have any choice. Sometimes the only person you can trust is yourself,” she said.
Ouch.
That was deserved even if it struck deep.
“I know I let you down, Princess. And that only my actions will show you that I won’t do that again. I’m going to get you that soda now. Just rest.”
21
Shoot.
Indie hadn’t meant to make him feel bad.
All she wanted was to go to sleep and just forget everything for a while. But her head was still thumping and the water she’d just drunk was sitting wrong in her tummy. It felt like it might come back up.
No. Nope.
She was not vomiting with cracked ribs.
“Here you are, Princess,” he said cheerfully as he walked back into the room holding a can of cold soda.
Instead of handing it straight to her, he opened it and put a straw in.
“Still not a princess you know,” she muttered before he held the straw to her mouth. There was a strange look on his face as she took a few sips. As though he was . . . hungry?
Weird.
She guessed it was dinner time. He must be hungry.
Was he leaving soon?
There was a knock on the door and rather than just hand her the can, he set it down on the small table next to her bed and walked over to answer the door.
The smell of food hit her nose, making her stomach rumble.
“You ordered burrito bowls?” she asked, her mouth watering as she saw the containers he was placing on the table by the bed.
For the first time since arriving in hospital she was hungry. Of course, the food that they served here wasn’t exactly appetizing.
“Sure did. Your favorites. Grilled chicken and veggies. No sour cream and cheese since they can be risky for pregnant women with takeout.”
“You remembered how much I love burrito bowls?” she whispered.
“Of course,” he said.
“You don’t, though,” she said.
“That’s okay, I’ll eat them.”
“But why order burrito bowls when you don’t really like them?” she asked, confused.
“Because you do.” He turned the table so it was over her lap. “And I researched it and they’re pretty safe for pregnant women to eat if prepared well. Which I emphasised to the restaurant.”
She stared down at the food and her stomach rumbled again. Loudly.
How embarrassing.
“Oh, good. You’re hungry.” He forked up some food and held it out to her. “Here you are. Or do you want me to feed it to you?”
“No, I don’t want that. I just don’t really eat takeout anymore,” she said.