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)
I stripped down to my underwear and the T-shirt I was wearing and crawled under the covers. It was only one in the afternoon, but I knew there was no way I could stay awake much longer.
Cyrus lay down beside me and pulled me into his arms. I laid my head on his chest and breathed him in. He was everything I’d ever wanted. Not only was he strong and handsome, but he was caring and protective as hell. I could see myself falling head over heels in love with him. It really wouldn’t take much considering how much I’d fantasized about him.
“Cyrus?” I was so sleepy, my words were slurred, but I needed to get this out before I passed out.
“Yeah, baby.”
“Please don’t break my heart.”
“Never. You’ll always be safe with me. Every part of you.”
I took a deep breath, then let it out. The last thing I heard was Cyrus’s fervent promise. “I’ll kill to keep you safe. Body and heart.”
Chapter Seven
Cyrus
Relationship shit was hard. Mainly because there was another person I had to let make decisions when I was better suited for it. Odette was as stubborn as I knew she would be. Though I tried to ignore how much of a turn-on it was, every time she stuck that chin up to tell me what for, I got hard as a fucking rock. Which meant I’d spent a lot of time in the shower jerking off because I didn’t think she wanted me throwing myself at her. Sure, I’d gotten her off and I slept with her every night and held her when she napped, but that was different.
It had been a week since I’d found her. I’d been in touch with Blade, who’d cheerfully promised to cut off my balls if I fucked his sister. I hadn’t yet fucked her, but it was because it wasn’t what Odette needed right now. Not because a man named Blade, who was a skilled physician -- and almost as big a badass as I was -- had promised to castrate me.
“Cyrus?” Odette stood next to me, laying her small hand on my shoulder as she looked up into my face. She was acting more rationally over the past few days. Good food, plenty of water, and lack of alcohol had vastly improved her mood. Well, that and a whole lot of Goddamned sleep. The woman had slept nearly sixteen hours the first couple of days she’d been with me after the doctor had given her that first check-up and confirmed the news that she was pregnant. Now, she was more relaxed. She smiled more. And her moods had stabilized. Mostly.
“Yeah, baby. Everything OK?”
“Yes! Better than OK.” She gave me a soft smile… only for it to fade. She looked away, biting her lip.
“Don’t say everything’s OK when it’s not, Odette.” I gently grasped her chin and turned her to me. “I thought we were past that.”
“We are. And everything really is fine. It’s just…”
“Tell me what you need. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what it is.”
She gave me an exasperated look. “You know, you could make things sound like less of an order and more like you were concerned and want me to tell you.”
I tilted my head at her, confused. “Why the hell would I do that? You need something, you tell me. That’s your job. You should tell me whether I ask you or not.”
“Cyrus, shut up.”
I blinked. She was smiling so I didn’t think she was irritated at me. More amused from the look of it, though why I had no idea. I did as she told me, not saying a word.
She sighed, letting her hand slide from my face to my chest where she patted it once before settling. “Look. You said we were going to be together. Right?”
“Right.” I gave her one crisp nod. She was getting it and I was proud she was. It meant fewer misunderstandings by everyone.
“So? Are you ever going to have sex with me?” As she asked her question, she stiffened. “Or do you not want sex to be part of this? I thought with what happened last week --”
“Of course, I want sex to be part of this.” I pulled her into my arms, wrapping a hand around her head to press the side of her face against my chest. I kissed the top of her head and tried to keep my body from reacting to her words. “I want it with every fiber of my fuckin’ being!” The thought of taking her to the bed, stripping her down to her delectable skin, then fucking her senseless gave me a hard-on to beat all hard-ons.
“But you haven’t done anything since that first time. You know. After my meltdown and… altercation with that club girl.”
“No, I haven’t. But I can assure you the shower has been my fuckin’ best friend.”