Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Haidyn’s hand is still in mine, and I have to bite my inner cheek to keep from smiling. I don’t know why I care that he’s doing it.
Are people who get laid always this happy? Maybe that’s my problem. I’m having too much sex. Is that a thing? God, I hope not because we fucked last night and then again this morning, and I could still do it again. It’s like a drug. An addiction. My body craves it all the time. I can’t get enough of it. And I love when he takes it. I always felt like I was missing out by remaining a virgin, but I didn’t know just how much. My body is in a constant state of pain from the positions he fucks me in and arousal waiting for him to use me again. Like now, my thighs ache from how hard I came this morning, but my pussy is throbbing for him to drag me out to the car and bend me over the hood. He makes me a blubbering mess, and I can’t even think straight. Then he praises me for not being able to talk, let alone beg.
I watch Tyson’s eyes drop to Haidyn’s hand in mine, and I blush, looking at anything but him. It’s like Haidyn is claiming me. All he needs to do is whip his dick out and piss on me to show them that I’m his. As if his name branded on my ass isn’t enough.
“I found this photo a while back. You guys recognize him?” Haidyn asks, reaching into the pocket of his jacket and holding it out across the table to Ryat.
Ryat shakes his head, staring down at it in his hands. “No. But I knew Benny looked familiar from Blackout…”
“You knew him?” Haidyn asks.
“No. I was there one night with Gunner watching the girls when two men made moves on Sarah and Blake. Benny was behind the bar. I didn’t know him personally. Just saw him the one time. I asked Blake about it, and she confirmed that one of the guys called the bartender Benny by name.”
“He never worked for me, so I don’t know how the fuck he got behind the bar,” Tyson adds, leaning over and looking at it as well.
“Could have been Beau or Bethany,” Haidyn suggests, and I pretend to know what they’re talking about. “We know both were working with Luke and were unfaithful to you.”
“Maybe.” Tyson sighs as Ryat hands it over to him to get a better look. “It just doesn’t make sense. If Ash was in Vegas, why was Benny here?”
“To see how close the Spade brothers were to finding her. That’s what I would do,” Ryat answers, sitting back in his chair.
“You would think he had eyes and ears everywhere, making sure the Spade brothers weren’t going to get close.”
“The moment you took in Luke and Whitney, his contact was severed. He had to know something was up.” Haidyn sighs. “I think he allowed Saint to take her. He wanted her back here and at Carnage.”
Ryat nods. “Maybe Ashtyn was just the bonus.”
“You think he wanted inside Carnage…” Tyson trails off as a knock comes at the door.
Ryat gets up, checking his Rolex while frowning. He walks over to the door and opens it.
Haidyn lets go of my hand and jumps to his feet as does Tyson.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Ryat demands, and my eyes widen, noticing the woman.
“Anne?” I ask, standing as well, surprised to see her here. Does my mother have her following me?
Haidyn takes my hand again as if I’m going to walk over to her and squeezes it painfully. “Ow,” I whisper, and he loosens just a tad but keeps a good grip on it.
She ignores me and looks around the room. “Haidyn.” She acknowledges him, and his body stiffens against mine. “Tyson.” She nods, then looks back at Ryat. “I’m here to see my daughter.” She goes to step inside, but Ryat moves to block the front door.
“She’s unavailable,” he tells her tightly.
She seems unfazed. “I just wanted to swing by. When she is available, have her call me.” With that, she turns, giving Ryat her back, and steps off the front porch.
Ryat slams the door shut and pulls out his cell phone. He places it to his ear, and the house is so quiet we can hear it ringing on the other end before Blakely answers.
“Hey—”
“Your mother was just at our house,” he informs her. “Looking for you.”
A long silence comes from her end before she speaks. “I haven’t heard from her.”
“I’m on my way to come get you,” he growls. No questions asked, end of discussion.
“Ryat.” She sighs. “You can’t come get me. I drove. I picked up Lake, and we’re on our way to meet Elli for lunch. Then we’re going shopping for the babies. It’ll be fine. I’ll be home soon.”