Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Izaac wanders around the kitchen, collecting a bunch of things from both the fridge and pantry before spreading it out on the counter. I watch him grab two bagels, and as he cuts them open, I silently sip my coffee, watching his every move.
There’s something so peaceful about it. It’s rarely just me and him. Austin goes out of his way to make sure of it, but at times like this, I do what I can to soak it up. It would be so easy between us . . . If only he ever saw me in that way.
Izaac spreads cream cheese across the bagel before quickly glancing up at me. “You heading back to campus today?”
“Yeah,” I say, grateful for the change of topic that allows me the chance to actually breathe. “I’ve got a big assignment due this week, so as soon as everyone is up, I’ll probably say goodbye and get out of here.”
A playful grin stretches across his lips sending butterflies storming through my stomach. “Let me guess, you haven’t started it yet?”
I laugh, trying to play off the way his gaze makes me squirm in my seat. “I have . . . mostly.”
“Uh-huh,” he says with a smug grin before putting the top back on the bagel and sliding it onto a plate. “Here. Eat this. If you have any hope of concentrating after the night you’ve had, you’re gonna need your energy.”
Izaac hands me the plate, and without leaving a single crumb, I annihilate my bagel, knowing it tastes even better just because it was made by the capable hands of a sex god.
10
IZAAC
What the fuck was I thinking?
I shake my head as I stride through the service entrance of Vixen on Tuesday afternoon, doing my best to ignore the strange feeling fluttering through me at the thought of Aspen having been here with me.
Ha. If only she knew.
She’d fucking hate me for keeping this from her. She consented to be with someone she thought she’d never see again, and there’s comfort in the anonymity of Vixen’s dark rooms. If I had known who she was, it never would have happened, but telling her the truth now would only ruin her fantasy.
She deserves to know that the stranger who bent her over the table and slammed into her sweet little cunt isn’t a stranger at all, but someone who has known her since she was a baby, but if she knew that every time she walks into a room, I remember the way she tasted on my tongue . . . fuck. That’s different, and every second I don’t tell her is another second of deception. She deserves to know.
Going out to Pulse on Saturday night was a bad idea, but getting drunk with her was even worse. After spending the afternoon obsessing over her every fucking move, I should have known better than to put myself in that position. And yet, I can’t bring myself to regret it.
Those texts . . . fuck.
I’m not going to lie, I’ve reread them more than enough times to be considered fucking perverted, and the fact that I’m generally rock hard and jerking off while doing it . . . Yeah, there’s something profoundly wrong with me.
She’s off-limits. Austin would beat the shit out of me if he knew it’d already gone this far, if he knew the vile things I wanted to do to his little sister.
Fuck me.
I can’t want her like this. I shouldn’t want her at all. Yet, I’ve never wanted to bury my face between those sweet legs more. I want to feel the way her walls stretch around me, bury my cock deep into her over and over until she screams my name, and what’s more, I know if she were given the chance, she’d take it without hesitation. I need to be the one in control. I need to keep these urges to myself and delete those fucking messages. If I make one wrong move, it could ruin everything.
There’s too much at stake. My relationship with Austin and his parents, not to mention Aspen. If I allowed myself to go there, I would destroy her. She’s always wanted so much more, and that’s not something I can or want to give her. It would be about sex. Raw, wild, and desperate sex. Nothing more. And I know without even needing to really consider it that I would shred her fragile heart to pieces.
Striding through my club, I look over the layout, my mind constantly going over ways that I can improve, and for once, I’ve got nothing. Vixen is in pristine condition, unlike Pulse and Cherry which seem to always be in the market for upgrades. Scandal on the other hand, while it’s only eight months old, is holding up well, but I’m starting to notice some slight wear and tear in the floors and bars. They’ll be okay for another few months, but then they’ll be seeing some upgrades too.