Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
She was still straddling my lap. My cock was a living thing between us. There was no way she could fail to notice it, but she only stiffened once -- when I first positioned her over me.
“You need food and rest,” I said, not wanting to let her out of my arms but knowing I couldn’t keep her with me like this forever. “You want a shower while I round you up something?”
“Yeah. I think that’d be nice.”
“Good. I think the women got you some bathroom stuff, and I had a couple prospects retrieve your things from the crappy hotel you were staying at.” If there was disapproval in my voice, it was deserved. The place she was staying at was in a bad part of town and probably had rodents and insects scurrying around.
“It was what I could comfortably afford for the longest amount of time.”
“No excuses, Odette. I think that’s three I owe you.”
She gave me a blank look, like she didn’t remember my promise to spank her. “Three what?”
“Spankings. I mean to deliver those the second it’s official that you’re mine.”
“Not a very good incentive for me to tell Sting I agree. Besides, I haven’t done anything to deserve a spanking.” God, she was sexy when she fought me. Didn’t mean she’d get her way about something like this.
“No? You got drunk. In a bar. On your own. What would have happened if my brothers hadn’t dragged my ass there?”
“I’d have been all right.”
I snorted. “You passed out in my arms, Odette. You literally fell into my arms, sniffed me, then passed out.”
“Only because I knew it was you.”
“Little liar. That’s four, by the way.”
“What is it with you and spankings?”
I grinned at her. A genuine grin. I wasn’t sure when the last time I felt the need to smile. The sensation didn’t feel as awkward as I thought it might. In fact, with Odette wrapped around me like she was, it felt right. “Maybe I just love your ass.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You do, huh?”
“Oh yeah.” I slid my hands around to squeeze the fleshy globes gently for emphasis. “I certainly do.”
“Even if you do, that’s still only one.”
“Yeah? You lied to me. First in the doctor’s office and then putting yourself in danger by staying at that fleabag motel. Then you lied just now when you said you knew I was the man who had you when you last fell off the stage last night. You were too drunk to know your own name let alone recognize a man you hadn’t seen in two years.” The more I thought about what could have happened last night if I hadn’t been there, the more my chest tightened and it was hard to breathe.
“Cyrus?”
“What!” I snapped at her, not meaning to, but the thought of something happening to her was not sitting well with me.
She blinked several times, her gaze not leaving mine. Then her features softened. “I’m fine, Cyrus. Nothing happened to me. You saved me.”
“Damned straight I did,” I muttered, clearing my throat. “And you’ll never do anything like that again. You want to get drunk, you do it with me watching over you.”
“That was the only time I’ve ever done anything like that. I knew what I was doing, yet I guess I didn’t, all at the same time.”
We stared at each other a long moment. The band tightening around my chest eased somewhat and I could breathe a little easier. Odette brought her small hand to my cheek and stroked my beard in a soothing gesture.
“I really am OK, you know.”
“And I intend to keep you that way.”
She hesitated a second, then leaned in and brushed her lips over mine tentatively. The second she did, my world exploded.
In my lifetime, I’d kissed a few women. Most of them were in my younger days before I decided I really didn’t like the act of kissing. It was too intimate, and I didn’t like intimacy. Intimacy implied something more than just sex. Since I first became self-aware, I knew I wasn’t like other people. I didn’t have the same reactions to certain situations as other people. Even anger was usually over other people’s stupidity or frustration when I couldn’t make someone understand me. Not at a situation itself. I was fully aware I’d been angry several times over the last day because of the danger and/or disrespect to Odette. And the fact she wouldn’t fully commit to me now was another frustration, even if her objections made perfect sense. The animal inside me recognized her as mine and wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Now, with her lips pressed to mine, another emotion I wasn’t acquainted with shot through me. Lust, hard and mean, punched through me like a dagger to the heart. I was done. God help anyone who came between me and Odette because she was fucking mine.