Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Hale…”
“Let it out, baby. I want you to come all over my hand.”
Shutting my eyes, I tried not to think about the little control I had over my body and focused on the pleasure he delivered. My head tipped back, and I gasped. He sucked my engorged nipples into dark points and rubbed his palm along my clit until my legs trembled.
I clung to him as my knees went out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Hale, I’m coming!”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
He fucked his fingers inside of me as I clutched his shoulders and bit my own hand to stop from screaming. He dropped to his knees, yanking my pants below my hips, and sucked my clit as hard as he’d sucked my nipples.
“Hale!” My fingers knotted in his hair as he pushed one climax into another. I was losing my grip on reality as much as I was losing the ability to stand.
“One more, baby.”
“I can’t.”
“Please. Show me what a good wife you are. Show me how much you love it when I touch you.” He looked up at me with those devastatingly dark, gunmetal eyes and dragged his tongue along my slit.
My hips reflexively cocked forward and I squeezed my eyes shut. He had me so sensitized it only took one lick. He successfully found the fucking center of my Tootsie Pop.
Everyone’s Two-Faced
“Wait, so, you’re sleeping with her?”
“Don’t look so shocked, Ray.”
But I was shocked. And, for the first time in a long time, I missed our old friend Elle, because she would have been shocked too. “Tyler, I thought you liked…”
He frowned. “Blondes?”
“Sure.” We could go with that. If it was code for dick.
He shrugged. “I guess I don’t have a preference.” He scrolled to the next picture on his phone. “Here we are at the cliffs. Can you believe how blue the sky is in Colorado?”
“Wow.” I took his phone and zoomed in on the girl. She was dressed from head to toe in earth tones, and her boots looked more masculine than anything I’d ever seen Tyler wear. I handed him back his phone. “So, where did you meet her.”
“An app. Nothing interesting to report there.” He passed me the fries, and I traded him the jalapeno poppers.
Hale was back at the main house with the plethora of guests who still had nowhere better to be. I told him I was spending the night on the couch catching up with Tyler. We started the night ordering takeout and looking for something to watch, but our attention span never got further than the Netflix menu.
Once the food arrived, we gave up and just started catching up. It had been three hours of updates, couch cuddles, and memories—a perfect BFF night in my opinion.
Lights trailed across the back wall. “Hale’s back.”
“Already? That was fast.”
“Remington’s place is literally on the property. Nothing’s more than a four minute drive around here.”
“Quaint.”
“Or crowded.”
Tyler couldn’t believe how many people were here when I explained our strange Thanksgiving with him. It felt more like a business retreat than a family holiday at times.
Hale’s laughter carried up the steps with the sound of his footfalls and I frowned, because it didn’t sound like he was alone.
“Incoming,” I warned just as the front door opened.
Hale entered with Xander and Barrett on his tail. I adjusted my blanket for privacy. Not that I cared how Barrett saw me, but Xander was an outsider.
“Hey, Tyler!” Barrett greeted, crossing the room to shake Ty’s hand. “Good to see you.”
“You too.” Tyler looked up at Xander and cleared his throat. “Hi. I’m Tyler, Rayne’s friend.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Xander, Rayne’s current chosen adversary.”
Tyler laughed in a strangely enchanted way. “I haven’t heard Rayne mention you before.”
I waved away his words. “He’s new and unimportant.”
“Ouch.” Xander placed a hand on his chest and feigned pain. “And here I thought we were making progress.”
I popped a fry in my mouth. “What would give you that idea?”
He shrugged and rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “After the game today, I was walking back to the house, having a peaceful moment of reflection, and I said, God, does she hate me? Then I heard the faintest echo of a woman—and, you know, she even sounded like you.”
My mouth snapped shut. What was he getting at? My gaze drifted to Hale and back to Xander. “You’re lying.”
He held up his hand like a Boy Scout. “God’s honest truth. I said, God, give me a sign. Does Rayne hate me? Then I heard the echoing reply cry out yes, yes, yes. So I asked, God, will she ever grow to like me? And I heard the same reply, yes, yes, yes.”
My eyes widened. That was the last time I did it with Hale outdoors. “I hate you.”
“See, I know that. But I’ve seen signs from above that it won’t always be that way between us…Rayne.”