Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
My hips rocked impatiently against his, silently begging for what we both needed so badly.
Massimo lost anything resembling self-control then, reaching down to hike my leg up higher on his hip as he started to fuck me up against the wall.
Hard.
Fast.
Unrelenting.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled, lips by my ear, making a delicious shiver move through my stomach.
My arms wrapped around the back of his neck, holding on as he drove me up.
“Are you going to come for me?” he hissed as my walls got tighter and tighter around him.
“Y…yes,” I whimpered, barely able to pull in a breath as I got pushed to that edge.
“Let me feel you squeeze my cock,” he growled, fucking me harder and faster. “There. Just like that,” he hissed as the orgasm slammed through my system, leaving me crying out his name as he fucked me through it before slamming deep and finding his own release.
“Fuck,” Massimo hissed as his forehead pressed to mine after, both of us trying to pull ourselves back together.
“See? We didn’t need a bed,” I said, feeling oddly awkward.
What can I say?
It had been a long time.
I felt like I forgot how to navigate the whole after sex thing.
“Oh, baby, we need a bed,” he objected, moving backward enough to look down at me. “And about forty-eight hours in it to explore.”
“Forty-eight hours. I’m pretty sure we’d both be dangerously dehydrated,” I said, smirking at him.
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he said, pressing his lips to mine quickly before turning away and walking toward the dumpster to, I imagined, deal with the condom and get himself together.
I took the chance to yank my panties and pants back into place, then tuck my boobs back into my bra.
By the time I was done, Massimo was turning around and walking back toward me.
“Sunday night.”
“Sunday night?” I repeated, feeling like I missed something.
“Sunday night,” he said again.
“What about it?”
“That’s when all this shit finally ends. It’s time.”
I didn’t disagree with him.
If for no other reason than I was really looking forward to getting dangerously dehydrated with him.
“Okay,” I agreed, nodding.
“I will discuss the details with you over the next few nights.”
“What about the Calgary Family?” I asked.
“This will all be over before they can touch you.”
Oh, how wrong a couple days would make him…
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Massimo
The wait was agonizing.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever longed for a woman before. Not past the general desire to be with one, something that—in the past—always went away as soon as things turned physical.
Somehow, though, getting physical with Cammie only made the need for her grow.
Especially because I was trying to be smart, not put either of us at that level of risk again.
So when we did meet at the coffee shop, we stayed inside. We didn’t give in to the suffocating cloud of desire that surrounded us.
I’d been a little impulsive to toss the idea of Sunday at her in that lot before my heartbeat had even fully returned to normal.
It was really something I needed to discuss with Nino and August. But, at the end of the day, this was my job. And if I said we were moving in right that moment, that was what we were going to do.
Still, it required a fuck of a lot of planning. Especially since it was just three of us. And our kill list was pretty damn long, once we had concluded all of our research.
“She was pretty spot-on with her observations,” Nino said when comparing our list to hers.
In fact, we’d only concluded that two people she thought of as “probably decent” ended up being major shitheads. Otherwise, she’d been right on all her other accounts.
We had to give her a little grace on the two she was wrong about since they were both new and she hadn’t had years to observe them like she had the others.
“So, do we mark him off the list?” August asked, pointing at Larry’s picture.
He’d been missing since Cammie had let it slip to Colin that Larry had given her attitude.
There had been no bodies that showed up in the general area. But if Cammie was right about Colin—and everything we learned about Colin confirmed that she probably was—he was far too fucking careful to let one of his bodies be found. At least before it got the chance to decompose enough to erase most evidence.
“I guess we can de-prioritize him, but if we see him, it’s on-sight,” I said, shrugging.
If either of them were curious as to why there was suddenly such a rush, they didn’t say anything to me about it.
“Got it,” Nino said.
“Does anyone see any flaws in the plan?” I asked, looking at the pages spread before us, ones that would get dyed and shredded, just in case. Back at home, we’d burn it. But without the access to a fire pit or fireplace, we had to work with what we had.