Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
I trace the bulging veins that run up the underside of my dick before wrapping my hand around it, base to fucking tip, and I squeeze. Punishingly hard, I grip myself until I groan and then pull lightly.
My feet widen against the tiles, and my head falls back.
I imagine Oakley in front of me, on her knees, begging to take me in her sweet mouth, and I let her.
She sucks me in good, moaning when the tip hits her throat, and I follow along.
My ass cheeks tighten as I thrust in and out, deeper, quicker, and heat takes over.
My left hand hits the wall as I increase my speed, fucking my own hand to the thought of my girl. Her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, some strands falling into her eyes as she peeks up at me, getting herself off to the look in my eyes as she pleases me.
I picture her little hand sliding down her neck and between her tits before moving to pinch her own nipple. The vibration from her moan against my dick sends a ripple through me.
The second her fingers slide down to her pussy, my hips jerk, and my cum hits my stomach, my free hand coming down to wipe it across my abs and down my abdomen until I can switch hands. I give it another hard squeeze, and my muscles twitch.
When my breathing slows, I peel my eyes open with a sigh.
I need in my girl’s pussy. Soon. Need to feel it, eat it, fuck it.
Need to own it.
And, fuck, I’m hard again.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Marissa
“Daddy.”
“Sweetheart.”
“I’ve found them. Stupid girl brought the files home in her bag.”
“We sure everything is there?”
“Everything and more.” I run my hand across my husband’s name on the copy of our marriage license that Trick Rivera had a copy of. “How you murdered that little girl and framed her mama. Sick move, but I understand why you did it. You were crossed, so you took what mattered most to the poor sap and made it disappear ... made her disappear.” My eyes land on a photo of Oakley and another blonde. They’re laughing and smiling, not a care in their world. “I understand completely,” I whisper more to myself, but he hears.
“Sweetheart …” He trails off. “Where’s the girl now?”
“Crying in the shower. She does that often.”
“Why don’t you step out of the house, and I’ll head on over?”
I hum, scanning over the papers in front of me.
“Marissa … listen to me. I need you to control yourself. No more impulsive moves.”
My head starts to pound as anger swells behind my eyes. “I told you the dad had a gun. I had no choice but to shoot him first. You said you believed me!”
“I do,” he rushes out, and I take a deep breath. “I do. Calm down and keep quiet, or someone might hear you, okay?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, giving a little shake of my head. “Yeah, okay.”
“Where are you?”
I flip open the next file, and I’m met with a photo of Alec. “Oakley’s room.”
“Go on back to yours now.”
“He belongs to me, Daddy. I don’t wanna share him anymore.”
“And you don’t have to, pumpkin. Alec is yours, but, Marissa … the girl? She’s mine now. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“I do.”
“Good. I’m on my way. She’ll think I’m there just making a house call or something, and together, the three of us will end this. You’ll have Alec all to yourself as soon as—”
“No, I won’t.”
He’ll never leave her now. I pull the little stick from my pocket and examine it.
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s all here, in these files. We’ve been played.”
He goes completely silent before speaking again, “How?”
“He’s Blaze, Daddy.”
“That’s not possible,” he growls.
“But it’s true. I have to go.”
“Marissa!”
I hang up, slide a piece of paper between all the others, and carefully place everything back.
My husband wants the pawn. Maybe sharing is for the best.
The minute I step from her room, the shower turns off, and the front door opens.
Oh, goody.
A smile breaks free.
They’re both here to play.
Chapter Thirty
Oakley
“Fuck off, I’m busy. Yak atcha later.”
The beep sounds and I clench my phone tighter.
Voicemail again.
“Havannah—” I start but cut myself off. I’m done with begging her to call me back. “Thought I’d tell you about my week and how fucked up it was. The first shitty thing, I won’t say it over the phone, so I’ll start with the second. You’ll be happy to hear, I basically told Rowan to fuck off, and then him and Alec got in a fistfight. I opened my dad’s safe—you know, the one at Blaze? Took me about ten tries before I figured out the code. That was mind-blow number one. Then, a secret I can’t share fell in my lap, and I …” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I have no idea what to do about it.” When my eyes start to water, I swallow, licking my lips. “Anyway, fuck you for going radio silent on me. This will be my last call.”