Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
She nods, watching me with wide eyes.
“I don’t remember much about most of those girls. Maybe bits and pieces, here and there. I was probably a little drunk with some of them. Or they were just a quick fuck, and then I moved on with my life. What you and I have is completely and utterly different. The sex is the best of my life.”
“You don’t have to say that for my ego.”
“Good. Because I’m not. It’s the truth.” I raise an eyebrow, and she rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, it’s the best of my life too.”
“You sound so convincing, baby.” I chuckle and nibble on her lips. “But it’s more than the sex. It’s this. Talking with you, laughing with you. It’s the whole package, and that’s something that I’ve never had with anyone else. So whatever you saw in those motherfucking pictures is not applicable to us. We’re so much more than that.”
She sighs and kisses my chin. “Okay.”
“That’s it? Okay?”
“I mean, what else do I say to that? I do wish I could sterilize my mind’s eye.”
I lift an eyebrow and nuzzle her cheek as I press inside her. “I guess I’d better get to work making you forget. I’ll fuck you until this is all you remember, Trouble.”
She sighs and wraps her arms and legs around me, pulling me into her. “I won’t argue with that.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ryker
The sun is already up. Usually, I’d be out at the barn by now, checking in with my guys and getting to work. But I texted Dusty and told him I’d see them after lunch.
Last night was about reassuring Willow. Loving her, and making her feel safe after some piece of shit sent her those photos and upset her. We both needed the time together, to be intimate.
But today, as soon as I leave this bed, I’ll start finding out who did that and figuring out how to make them pay dearly.
Wills is still sleeping soundly next to me. She should be. It was a rigorous night of sex. I wasn’t lying when I told her that making love to her is the best of my life. None of the women I was with before her can even hold a candle to her.
I think, by round four, I finally convinced her. But if she needs a reminder, I’ll be happy to give it.
I kiss the back of her head, breathe her in, and then gently roll away, careful not to wake her as I slide out of bed, pad into the closet for some clothes, and then go downstairs for coffee and to do my business.
Less than ten minutes later, I sit at my desk, open the laptop, and then stare out the window to the mountains and wonder . . . Where do I start?
I’ve never had something like this happen before. Sure, there were women who claimed they were pregnant with my child, though I’d never laid a finger on them, or people who found out where I lived and hung out on the sidewalk, waiting for me. But I always had the team to call to take care of it. The PR department, or attorneys.
I’m no longer on the team.
I frown and then remember that Will Montgomery told me to call him if I ever needed anything. I never thought I’d have a reason to take him up on that offer.
I’d say this is a damn good reason.
It’s still early, especially on the West Coast, so I send him a text.
Me: Good morning. This is Ryker James. Do you mind calling me at your earliest convenience? I have some questions.
Will’s been retired from professional football for a few years, and he was one of the best quarterbacks of all time. I’m sure he’ll have wisdom, and maybe some contacts, to share with me.
Before I can even set the phone down, he calls through.
“Hey, Will, I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No, I was just finishing up in the gym. What’s going on, Ryker?”
I swallow hard and push my hand through my hair. “Someone has decided to dick with my girl.”
“Go on.” His voice is hard now, and for some reason, that makes me feel better.
I tell him about the photos that Wills received last night.
“A few things here. First of all, they’re in your home?”
“Some of them were, yeah. And based on the women in them, I’d say it was from more than a year ago.”
“Nothing recent?”
“There hasn’t been anything recent to document.”
Aside from Wills, but we never had sex in the bedroom. Thank Christ.
“That’s the first thing to look at. You’re in Montana now?”
“I am, yeah.”
“My brother is a cop,” Will says, thoughtfully. “With your permission, he can meet someone there and sweep the place.”
“My buddy Mac would meet him there, no problem.”
“Good, we’ll make that happen today. Now, the next thing. There was no threat sent with the photos?”