Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Blaise needs me at the ranch. Won’t be coming into the shop today,” Gage said.
“We’re good. Caught up for the most part. He gonna get you on that damn mustang too?”
“Fuck no.”
Huck chuckled. I loved the sound of his laugh.
“Ray-Ray called already. Said you weren’t answering your phone. She wants to know if she needs to run to the office supply store for that list of shit you left on the counter,” Gage said.
I tensed at the mention of Ray-Ray. In all our new and exciting sex, I had chosen to forget Huck’s other sexual activities. One being the gorgeous redhead who worked for him and sucked his cock. I hadn’t sucked his cock yet. Would he get her to do that today?
Sure, I’d been jealous before, but this was a new level of jealousy I hadn’t experienced. It felt like ice crystals slicing me in the gut. I took a deep breath, then scrubbed the pan in the soap water harder than necessary.
“I’ll call her,” Huck replied.
And ice crystals in my chest. They were causing havoc there too.
“She also asked if she needed to get a dress for the party at the big house on Friday night. Said you mentioned it last week.”
Silence. As in you could hear a pin drop. The pot in my hand slipped and clanged in the sink. I went to reach for it, but those ice crystals were wrapping around my neck at the moment, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to breathe soon. I turned and left the kitchen.
I walked up the stairs, needing to get the hell away from Huck and the reminder that he fucked me like an animal but did the same to other women too. Opening the door to the bedroom I hadn’t slept in since before going to Maddy’s, I took a deep breath and told myself to get over it, then turned to close the door.
Huck’s hand flat against the door stopped me. I hadn’t heard him follow me. I stared at him, then spun around and headed for the bathroom. He was not who I wanted to look at right now.
“Trinity, stop,” he barked at me.
Maybe it was the raging jealousy that had overtaken me, or perhaps I had just been pushed too far, but I spun around and glared at him. “You stop! I didn’t ask you to follow me in here.”
The heat in his eyes flared, and I didn’t care if I was making him angry.
“What the fuck was that down there?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
I let out a hard, bitter laugh. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it was me hearing that your secretary-slash-cocksucker is going to a party with you!” I yelled. Yes, I was yelling. Who was I? I didn’t yell at men. I rarely yelled at anyone.
“We fuck, Trinity. That’s what we do. You know that. I made it clear. Not once did I say we were an item or exclusive.”
No, he hadn’t. He had just said I was to be exclusive.
“Really? Hmm, so I can go fuck someone else? Gage maybe? I didn’t realize that the things you say when you’re fucking me don’t count. So, excuse me. I misunderstood. I am on the same page now. You can go.”
I turned and stalked into the bathroom, but Huck’s chest was pressing against my back, forcing me into the room before I could even get past the doorway.
I spun around and shoved at his chest, which was dumb because that never did anything.
“GET OUT!” I shouted.
He reached behind him and slammed the bathroom door.
“You want another dick?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “Is that it? Mine isn’t enough now? I broke you in, and now, you want to fucking play?”
My chest burned. My throat burned. I closed my eyes tightly and wondered if this was the moment I would cry. Had he pushed me to tears? After eight years?
“I am making a point,” I said quietly.
Then, I opened my eyes to look up at him. No tears. Not even wetness. He hadn’t managed it. I felt some strength from that.
“Don’t tell me that my pussy belongs to you and expect me to just obey you if your dick is going to be shoved in another woman’s mouth. Or anywhere for that matter. I understand this is just sex. I accept it. But if this is just sex, then my pussy is mine, and I’ll do with it what I fucking please.”
Huck’s nostrils flared as he glared at me. I didn’t look away. I wasn’t scared of him. He thought he could bully me, but he had no idea the shit I had survived. This was only hurting me because I cared about him. I felt things for him. And I didn’t want anyone but him to touch me. So, yes, maybe my pussy was his, but damn if I’d let him know it.