Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
The officer nods and scribbles something in his notepad. It’s hard to get a read on him. I can’t tell if he’s writing me off or actually listening. But Caleb is looking down at me with surprise—like he’s proud of me. He totally was not expecting me to step up like this. But how could I stand by and let them railroad him?
The moment drags on as the officer continues with his notes. I’m shaking so hard I have to cross my arms to keep it from being obvious.
I look up at Caleb and see confidence in his eyes. He’s always so sure that everything will be okay. But will it really?
“Yeah, that sounds about right,” the officer says, shutting his notebook. I’m stunned. Even Caleb looks stunned. Am I hearing things?
“Excuse me?” Caleb asks.
The officer shrugs and grins. “Well, Tony Morelli is well known in town for being—and please don’t repeat this—a bit of a dick.” I can’t help but laugh as Caleb wraps a protective arm around me. “And I’m sure when we run prints on this knife, they’ll match one of his boys.”
Sliding his hand into a latex glove, he lifts the knife and places it into a plastic evidence bag and seals it shut.
“So…that’s it?” Caleb asks.
“For you? Yes. But based on your testimony and this evidence, we’ll end up arresting, at minimum, Tony. And probably the rest of his guys too.”
My jaw drops. Something inside me sparks light a fire blazing into existence. I look up at Tony, but he’s busy shaking Kevin’s hand. But just like me, he’s smiling.
“Thank you for your help, Officer. Greatly appreciated.”
Kevin leans in, a sly smirk on his face. “Again, don’t repeat this, but thank you for giving that son of a bitch what he deserved. You don’t know how many cops on the force have wanted to do what you did here tonight.”
Neither Caleb or I can speak as the officer heads back outside to his squad car and pulls away. The blue and red lights stop flashing, and the house goes quiet.
I take a deep breath and feel the tension slowly starting to slip away. Then I feel Caleb’s fingers in my hair as he pulls me close and tilts my head back. His lips find mine, and fireworks go off inside me.
“I was so scared,” I tell him as his rough hands caress my face. “I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t lose you—”
“You did the right thing,” he replies, smiling like the Adonis he is. His words settle into my chest like golden butterflies. How could I ever have thought this man saw me as an annoying step-sister? His eyes soften, and I crave it.
“I did?” I whisper, desperate for more.
“Of course. And now you get your reward.”
My breath catches as he slides his hands beneath my robe and gently but dominantly tugs it down over my shoulders. It falls to the floor, leaving me completely nude before him.
Swimming with warmth, all I can do is watch with awe as he strips down, kicking his pants aside and ditching his Henley. He stands before me like my own personal Greek god, statuesque and gorgeous. Every muscle in his body is toned and bulging.
But there’s only one muscle that truly concerns me, and it’s hanging from between his legs.
I want it, but I can’t move. Talk about sensory overload.
He takes me gently by the wrist and draws my hand in. “Touch it,” he tells me. I do, and that’s when I start overheating. “Last chance to back out.”
His words shock me, but I look up and see his eyes twinkling mischievously. He’s just toying with me as I go up in flames.
I have my hand wrapped around my step-brother’s cock. A man who, until just a few days ago, I was sure hated me. Now I’m moments away from giving myself to him—changing my life forever.
“Back to what?” I ask him. “A life without you? No. Take me, Caleb. I’m yours.”
The next thing I know, I’m on my back on the floor, the hardwood pressing into my skin as his mouth kisses me all over. Time seems to slow as his lips explore my body—my tummy, my breasts, my hips, the hollow between my thighs.
Goosebumps break out all over my limbs as my body temperature spikes.
The floor is rough. Not soft like a bed. But I don’t want to be moved. He fought off four men here for me. He put his life on the line, and this is where I want to be taken.
My eyes go wide as I look between his legs and see the size of him. I simply do not understand the physics of how he’s going to fit, but I trust him. And as he scoots closer, kneeling between my legs, I force myself to relax and prepare myself.