CHAPTER 187

Rack

I jack off three times before I’m willing to even think about returning to the bedroom. She is so incredibly soft, her pussy so fucking hot. And, God, her taste. I’ll never get it out of my head. The remembrance of her sweet scent mixes up my insides until I’m one raging hard-on after another. How the hell will I walk away once she’s safe?

The hero worship shows plainly in her eyes. She thinks I’m a man like her brother and has no idea who and what I really am—a cold-blooded killer with a vendetta that eats him alive. Beth deserves something more. She deserves a man without blood on his hands. I rest my forehead against the shower wall. What the hell am I doing? It doesn’t matter that watching her come was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I fucked this up royally.

I’m relieved when I enter the bedroom and she’s asleep. I want to leave early tomorrow morning, so I place all but one handgun in the weapons bag, tidy the room, and hit the bed wearing boxers. It doesn’t take much fo