Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“What’s he doing here?” Iggy asks as he slams the front door.
Connie jumps off the couch and whirls at Iggy with her hands sternly placed on her hips. “Ignatius Michael Donnavan, you don’t get to have that tone with a guest in my home.”
Iggy ignores his mother as he steps around her and gets directly in my face. “Why are you here, Marley?”
“Connie invited me.”
The corners of Iggy's lips turn up, but the smile isn’t warm or teasing like normal. There is a coldness wrapped in it that matches the blankness in his eyes. “You should’ve turned her down.”
My eyes move from Iggy’s angry face to Connie’s concerned one. “I will never turn down Connie.”
Iggy’s nostrils flare. “Mom, you better get out of here before you witness what a Neanderthal your son really is.”
“No need,” I say, “I’ll head upstairs.”
I walk over to Connie and press a gentle kiss on her cheek before heading up to the guest bedroom.
The room is warm and inviting. Cream-colored walls with matching cream blinds adorning the windows. The bed toppling with various pillows in all shapes and sizes. I smile at the reminder of the first time I saw the room. I couldn’t help but grin at the feminine charm of vibrant colors and florals. This space is one of my favorite spaces on the planet. From the moment I had walked into the house all those years ago, I felt a sense of peace no other abode had ever given me. It’s unfortunate this might be the last time I see it.
I strip down to my boxers before falling onto the firm mattress, closing my eyes in misery. Connie thinks I should talk to Iggy. She’s certain he’ll understand. I believe he’ll understand too. That part isn’t the problem. The problem is, I don’t want Iggy to look at me differently. I don’t want to see the same pity and fear in his eyes that glare from my sister’s every single time she looks at me.
“The fuck you don’t,” Iggy says as the bedroom door swings open and then slams.
He stomps over toward me and leans down. The blue in his eyes darkens, an indicator he’s horny, but I doubt that’s the situation here. He blinks as he hungrily roams my body. Okay, maybe he is horny. “Why are you naked?”
“I always sleep naked, and since it’s one a.m. I was about to go to bed.” His fingers glide to the zipper of his pants, pulling out his semi-hard cock right above my head. “What are you doing?”
“I had some shit to say to you, but now I need to fucking come so I can think straight. Be a good boy and shut up for a minute, will you?”
My mind screams at me to stop him, demand I don’t let desire cloud our already fragmented and fucked-up situation, but my dick wants something completely different. Iggy spits on his hand before gliding it up his thick shaft, making me salivate like a dog staring at a cut of prime rib. “Iggy.”
He slams his free hand around my throat and pushes his fingers into my flesh. I can’t form the words needed as he limits my air supply. Iggy’s eyes appear wild, his nostrils flared and his teeth bared. “I think I made myself clear, Mar. I asked you to shut your fuckin’ mouth.”
Iggy trails the tip of his cock from my chin all the way to my forehead, leaving a trail of pre-cum on my skin. I force my eyes to gaze at his hand pumping up and down his thick shaft, moving from base to tip in fast, chaotic movements.
“Damn you, Marley,” Iggy grunts. “Damn you for making me want you. Damn you for making it impossible to see anything but you.”
The veins in Iggy’s arms pop, emphasizing his rage-fueled words. In all the years I’ve known this man, he’s never once come undone like this. “I hate how much I want you. I loathe how insane you make me. Most of all, I despise your push and pull to where you have me on the ledge of insanity, contemplating jumping so I can garner one last moment of peace.”
Iggy lets out an animalistic, primal growl as cum shoots from his cock, landing on my lips. “Better lick up the mess, baby boy.”
CHAPTER 12
Iggy
Adrenaline and anger run through me as I stare down at Marley’s colossal frame lying on the bed. I am the one that just came, but he’s the one breathing frantically, almost as if he can’t quite catch his breath. Even through the rage, I can’t help thinking how absolutely heart-stopping Marley Banks is. I’m so taken with this man I can’t see straight. I am not sure when it happened. A part of me assumes it might have been from the first time I saw him tapping his fingers nervously in the dive bar. He didn’t have as many tattoos then. The only one I found on his skin were the piano keys on his wrist. His facial piercings were also obsolete back then. There were no snake bites or the silver hoop dangling from his eyebrow. He wore a black suit with a skinny black tie with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His tie dangled over the top unbuttoned button. He had thick glasses he now swaps out for contacts. I thought he stepped out as a hot nineties Weezer member with his Buddy Holly aesthetic. I also remember the moment his haunting steel-gray eyes met mine.