Standing in the shower, I hoped that the thoughts would just wash away, I wasn’t that lucky. And my shower head looked tempting.
I thought about what if Shooter had me all to himself, what would he do first? I imagined him whispering his intention, to carve out my soul only to repair it and make it better. I thought of his hands, brushing against every inch of my body, edging to the brink of tears, begging him to soothe it all. Tender thoughts turned twisted, as I started to wonder if his hand would lightly squeeze or if his hands would pin mine to the bed as he fucked me to the ends of the world.
As the thoughts grew, my hands caressed my skin, the heat from my thoughts felt overwhelming like I was ready to erupt. My mind imagined Shooter standing behind me taking what he wanted, rough and possessively. He’d worship me like a deity, make me crave him every day.
The fucker has slipped into my mind, thinking every delicious thought of if I was his, if only I didn’t hold back.
Oh, to be wanted and desired, to be worshipped by a man that would do nothing more than to unlock the darkest desires that maybe you shouldn’t have.
Seriously, I may have needed to go on a grippy sock vacation thinking that Shooter was that man for me.
The steam from the shower didn’t even help clear my thoughts. My phone buzzed on the nightstand and for a brief second I thought Shooter had gotten my number and was now stalking me. But I knew this phone call would be coming.
“I take it your man told you I was at the clubhouse?” I answered.
A sweet giggle echoed through. “Perhaps. At least tell me if he was nice to you?”
He certainly was very nice.“I’ve handled worse. He’s just like any other man, a big, whiny baby who thinks he has everything under control.”
“Sounds about right. You okay?” Melody asked, sincerely.
With a sigh, and enough strength to muster up a good answer, I replied. “I’m surviving.”
“Don’t let Shooter get to you. He’s just a big guard dog.”
“I swear if he starts thinking that, I’m not scratching his head,” I said. Then thoughts of gripping his hair to guide him to right where I wanted him. I shook them away.
“Well… I mean he might be agood boyfor you.”
I couldn’t contain the laugh; my stomach hunched over from laughing too fucking hard. “Sure, that’s one way of making him listen.”
I needed that laugh. I needed that smile.
At the end of the day, I was just another day closer to saying goodbye to the life I never wanted.
Chapter 9
Shooter
When the prospect had a task, he was relentless and thorough. I gave him twenty-four hours, and he returned it in two hours.
Maybe I misjudged his skill.
He sent me over what I wanted, and then some. And what I found fueled my hunger for Amelia.
I read through every detail.
Name:Amelia Grace McDonnell
Maiden Name:Flynn
Age:31
Occupation:Emergency Department RN
Birthday:March 29
Marital Status:Pending Divorce
