Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Fuck me. This woman.
“Don’t even think about starting without me,” I tell her with a wink, and with that, I take off after the boys, hoping like fuck this next hour goes by faster than lightning.
Precisely fifty-six minutes later, I’m fucking exhausted. The boys and I pushed ourselves to a new limit, knowing the importance of keeping ourselves in peak physical condition. They’ll most likely head to the station to hit up the gym for the next few hours, but me? I have every intention of spending that time with my girl.
It won’t be long before she goes back to work, and while I’m not fond of the idea of Harper returning there, there’s nothing I could say that could possibly change her mind. The bastard who shamelessly stabbed her in the parking garage hasn’t been found, and it has grated on me every fucking moment of every day. How dare he get to be out there, living his life in peace after having done such a shitty thing to my girl. But it won’t be long. Just because Detective Gray seems to be giving up doesn’t mean that I will. I’m going to find him no matter what lengths I have to go to, and when I do, he will regret the day he fucked with what’s mine.
The three of us make our way back up the driveway. The boys are wrecked and need a good twenty minutes to simply chill on the couch with a bottle of cold water before they’ll be able to scrounge up the energy to take their asses back home.
“Fuck. I’m gonna be sick,” Ace mutters, grasping his stomach after pushing himself past his limits just to win a bet with Diesel that he could beat us both back here, and while he certainly did, he’s more than paying the price now.
Diesel grunts and shoves at Ace’s shoulder. “I wonder, if Izzy knew how fucking soft you were, would she still want to fuck you?”
Ace scoffs. “I could have my cock amputated by a fucking rat, and she’d still choose to fuck me over you.”
Diesel grins. “Really? That’s not what she said.”
Ahh, fuck. He had to go there.
Ace’s face immediately falls, his eyes going wide as he stares at Diesel. “Wait. What? Have you been talking to her?” Ace rushes out. “What’d she say?”
Diesel just grins and holds up his phone as though it holds all his darkest secrets. “That’s for me to know,” he says, and with that, he reaches for my door handle and pushes right through it with both me and Ace right on his heels.
“Took your time, big—” A piercing squeal tears through my home as my gaze whips up to find Harper buck naked on my kitchen counter, wearing nothing but a pair of heels with her bits covered in caution tape.
I gape at her as she backward-army-rolls right off the back of the counter, not giving a single thought for her internal stitches. I barely have a second to react before Ace dives to the ground, clutching his stomach while roaring laughter tears through his body, and Diesel turns on his heel, noping the fuck out of here and pretending he didn’t just see my girl spread-eagle on my kitchen counter.
“No, no, no, no,” Harper chants from behind the counter, only her fingertips and eyeballs visible over the table.
Ace all but fucking crawls out the door behind Diesel, still howling with laughter as I simply stare at my girl, my brow arched as I try my fucking hardest not to laugh at the situation.
“Doll,” I start, hearing Ace still howling from the bottom of the driveway.
Harper springs up from behind the counter, the yellow caution tape doing wicked things to me, but it’s the heels that really get me. “What the fuck were you thinking bringing them in here? I know you and the boys have this weird bond, but I didn’t realize you were planning on sharing me around. Shit. I mean, I’m down, but give a girl some warning first.”
Harper’s cheeks are the brightest shade of pink, clearly embarrassed, and all I can do is stride across my home and around the back of the counter, scoop her right into my arms, and lift her off the ground.
My lips fuse to hers, and the second they start moving, it’s as though every bit of her embarrassment fades away. Her legs wrap around my waist, holding on for dear life as I turn and make my way down to my bedroom.
I walk straight into the en suite bathroom and into the shower, clothes and all, before pressing Harper’s back up against the cold tiles and pinning her with my hips. Freeing my hands, I turn on the water, letting it cascade over us. It’s freezing, and while Harper gasps at the cold water hitting her skin, it feels amazing to me after that run.