Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Eve laughs. “Always, Doris.”
“And what about you, young man?” Doris asks Dom. “I hope you’re treating your girlfriend right.”
“Yes, ma’am. She’s treated like a queen.”
“Not too much though.” She wiggles a finger. “You mustn’t spoil her. Just enough to keep her happy, but not enough to make her a princess.”
Dom laughs. “Got it.”
I stand after a few more minutes. “I have to get going, Remy is coming by in an hour, and I haven’t gotten ready yet.”
“You make him work for it,” Doris calls as I walk out the door.
“I will, Doris.”
I go home and get ready, and Remy arrives half an hour later. Adan comes down just as I’m walking out the front door, dressed and ready for his evening out. When our eyes meet, my heart does it’s stupid little dance again, but I squash it down. I don’t need to encourage it. Adan has made it clear, and I have to accept that, but still, seeing him standing there makes that hard.
“Brother,” Remy nods when Adan reaches the door.
Adan nods back, his eyes still on mine.
God damn.
He’s killing me.
“Are you ready?” I ask Remy.
“Been ready all day.”
He takes my hand and we walk off. I glance back over my shoulder and see Adan watching us.
God dammit.
Why do I care?
I shouldn’t.
I don’t.
No.
I don’t.
Right?
REMY AND I GO OUT, and we have a great time.
We laugh, we drink, and we dance. I won’t lie, a few kisses are passed between us on the dancefloor and his hands roam over my body, making me feel sexier than I’ve felt in quite some time. His mouth is hot, his hands are hotter. I’m wound up by the time the night ends, and it’s tempting to go and throw myself into his bed, but as if he can see that we’re about to go back to Remy’s place, Adan calls.
He tells me his hand is sore and he wants me to come and look at it.
I’m his nurse.
I have no choice but to go and look at it.
If I don’t, then I could lose everything.
The frustration inside me is out of this world, but I tell Remy I have to go.
“Fuckin’ Adan, the man won’t claim you but he’s goin’ to make sure none of us can, either,” he murmurs, catching me around the waist and pulling me in for another long, deep kiss.
I pull back, breathless. “Lucky for you I’m my own woman, and I’ll do what I want.”
Remy grins. “Had a fuckin’ blast. Takin’ you out again on the weekend.”
He doesn’t ask.
He tells.
I like that.
“Deal.”
He kisses me again and then puts me in a cab and sends me home.
I arrive back to Adan’s house a few minutes later and go inside to find him watching television with Lorelei. The two of them are on the couch, and she’s got her head on his lap, sleeping. I stop when I reach the sofa and he looks up at me. He’s shirtless, and I’m wondering if the two of them had a good night.
Though, it doesn’t look like they did because she’s fully clothed.
“Your hand is sore?” I ask, staring down at Lorelei who is clearly out to it.
“Feels better, she got me some painkillers.”
Oh, you shit.
You shit of a man.
I don’t let him see he pissed me off. Instead, I sit on the sofa across from him and cross my legs, staring.
“You had a good night then?” he asks me.
“I did until you interrupted it for no reason.”
“My hand was sore.”
“I doubt that.”
“Think what you want,” he mutters.
“Oh, I will. You left me hanging, once again. I’m sure you’re doing it on purpose.”
“Don’t play fuckin’ games.”
“You know what, Adan? I do.”
I spread my legs and his eyes widen. I’m wearing a dress, and I let my knees fall apart, revealing my lacy panties. He can’t call out without risking waking Lorelei, and I’m done playing his little game. I’m going to win this, so help me god, I’m going to win it. I slip my fingers into my panties and start rubbing.
“What the fuck are you doin’?” he growls, low.
“I’m relieving the pressure because once again, you took my fun away.”
“Stop,” he orders.
I hold his eyes. “No.”
I rub, lips parting as pleasure builds in my core. I whimper softly, never taking my eyes from his. I stroke up and down, and I know he can see my pussy, there on display for him. He can’t stop himself, his eyes drop down and he watches as I rub myself, fingers glistening as I bring myself to orgasm.
I whimper softly when I do, and then I bring my fingers to my mouth, staring at him the whole time, and suck them.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
I look down, and thank you, sweet lord, the man has a bulge in his pants. He’s hard.
I turned him on.
Feeling my chest swell with pride, I get to my feet, pull my dress down, and walk over to him, leaning down so close our lips almost touch. “I win.”