Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
I’m full-out gasping, my sides cramping.
“Stop laughing, you hyenas!”
Major chuckles under his breath and goes to her, lifting her as if she’s weightless and steadying her on her feet. He kisses her sweetly, rubbing her stomach.
“I think I peed on myself. Again,” she announces unconcernedly, trying to see over her stomach.
At this, I take off running to the closest bathroom, knowing time is critical. Harley is right behind me. Our shrieks echo off the mostly empty house.
“You two, hurry. We have a nursery to arrange!” Jewls screams after us.
“Ay, ay, Captain,” is the last thing I hear before Harley and I slam our doors, still in hysterics.
29
FORD
Fuck, it’s good to be home.
The tightness in my chest lessens as we pull into the drive and I cut the engine.
“Never been this happy to get off an all-expense paid trip in my life.” Talon blows out a breath.
It’s been a long time since he’s looked so drained.
“You okay, man?”
“Yeah, just need a shower and a shot. All’s good.”
He favors his right side on the way into the house where Ace and Major are waiting in the kitchen.
Ace takes one glance, his face sharp as he lines up four shot glasses and pours.
“Aww, the welcome committee is here.” Talon winces as he sits.
“Let’s see it,” Major commands roughly.
Talon lifts his shirt, revealing the bloodstained bandage below his ribs.
“Shit, man. When’s the last time you changed this out?” Ace slams back his whiskey and refills.
“Three hours ago.” Talon does his own shot, motioning for more.
“What the hell happened?” Major snaps. “It was supposed to be a simple stakeout.”
“Junkie informant got twitchy. His dealer pulled a gun to his head. Talon diffused the situation. I covered his back. Once the guy saw us, he snapped and started firing.” I cover the basics, knowing they’ll read the full report.
“You were in the direct line of fire?” Ace sneers in disgust.
“No, asshole, he got off one shot. It clipped me before I took him out,” Talon replies bitterly. “Fucker.”
“We should have been there.” Major cuts his eyes to Ace.
“Not much you could have done differently. We had it covered.” I take my shot, enjoying the burn sliding down my throat.
“One of you coming home with a bullet wound isn’t having it covered.”
“Flesh wound,” Talon corrects Major. “You two are the dumbasses that got yourselves hurt.”
Major glares at him a beat then cracks a grin. “At least my story includes Colombian gang members. You let a street dealer get the jump on you.”
“Bullshit, that bullet ricocheted off this wall of steel.” Talon gestures to his stomach.
The mood in the room shifts with a few mumbles, then Ace points at me. “Your girl is anxious.”
My muscles tense, thinking of my conversation last night, glancing between him and Major. “Whose fault is that? You’re the asses who told her I was coming home before I could let her know.”
“You’d have caved, too, if you saw the heartache she was carrying around.”
Guilt claws at my skin, knowing I’ve kept her in the dark on this trip. “I’ll take care of it.”
“You better before she gets zits, goes bald, and packs on the pounds.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
When he and Major retell the story from last night, all of us toss back another shot at the supersonic sperm comment.
“Then Jewls peed on herself and all was well,” Major finishes.
“Thanks for getting her home.”
“No problem.”
“Sorry about not being around this weekend to help you move.”
“Given the chance, I’d be hauling ass out of here, too. It’s a few loads, we got it.”
“One more.” Talon refills our glasses and slides them to us. “Our last night all together in this house. Dropping like flies, but happy for you, brother.”
We down the liquor, all exchanging a look. No more words are needed.
I dip my chin, grab my bag, and make my way to my room. The light from the bathroom is on, giving me a view of Rowan curled into herself on my side of the bed. The scent of her lotion floats in the air, filling my senses. I forego the shower, stripping and crawling in behind her.
She jars awake, turning to me. “Ford?”
“Someone else in my bed with you, we have a problem.”
Her body twists, the lamp clicking on. Her hands come to my cheeks, her eyes scanning over me. “You’re finally here.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“I thought you were going to call me when you got close.”
“Didn’t want to wake you.”
Her mouth crashes down, her tongue curling with mine. I thread my fingers in her hair, slanting for better access. The taste, the smell, the feel of her in my arms, and all the pressure from the last weeks seep away.
My dick hardens, poking into her stomach, begging for more.
I kiss her hard, my lips moving urgently on hers, taking all she’s offering. Her whimper down my throat has me realizing I have a death grip on her scalp.