Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I hold onto the towel around my waist with one hand as I use my other hand to push my hair back.
“What can I do for you, Temptress?” I ask and her eyes flicker to mine and narrow.
“Maddox got a boner this morning.”
Ew. “Okay, didn’t need to know that.”
“Well, it’s all your fucking fault.” Her glare is a powerful one but I can’t stop thinking about my son and his… NOPE. “Why did you have to go and open your big mouth?”
“What are you talking about?”
“He told me what you said, he said it’s confusing him. We were play fighting like we always do and he got a fucking boner.” She’s really mad about this. “He’s my friend. I can’t lose him. Why did you have to say anything?”
I take a step toward her. “I just wanted to see how he felt about you.” That’s the truth too, sort of. It’s a half-truth.
“Why?”
“So when we fuck, he’s not getting hurt,” I reply. “Unfortunately, he told me to stay away from you.”
“Good,” she replies, folding her arms across her chest which only makes her nipples stick out more.
Groan.
“Because we’re never having sex again.”
“Yesterday I was inclined to believe that too but today is a new day.”
Her mouth drops open. “I’m not having sex with you. I don’t even know what I was thinki— Pick your towel back up.”
I look down at the towel around my ankles and grin. “Oops.”
“No, we aren’t doing this,” she snarls and sounds serious so I sigh and pick up my towel like she said. “I have plans soon.”
“Oh?”
“Devon just called.” She raises a brow, she’s goading me. It’s not working. Just because I want to jab him in his dick doesn’t mean it’s working. “I’m going to draw him today.”
My hand that isn’t holding my towel clenches into a fist but my face remains stoic. “Sorry, what?”
“He’s taking me to buy some new pencils and then I’m going to draw him.”
I stare at her, waiting for her to laugh and declare that she’s kidding. She doesn’t.
“Naked? You’re going to draw him naked?” I ask because I just need her to clarify.
“Yes.”
“Absolutely not.”
She laughs humorlessly. The sound grates on my nerves. “I don’t think you have a say in the matter.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Her eyes widen when I drop my towel again, revealing my rather solid cock.
“Don’t,” she whines, backing up as I prowl toward her. “Sarge…”
At the last second, I turn away and reach for my closet door.
She lets out a breath and watches me dress. She wants me.
“I’m not one to stand in the way of art, when I can spectate,” I say, turning to her in just my boxers. “What say you?”
“You’re coming with us?”
I nod once. “Yep.”
“I… he…” She looks around, trying to find some excuse. “I was lying.”
I raise a brow as I assess the truth in this admittance. “You’re not going to draw him?”
“Not today, I mean… he offered and I said I would but we didn’t make any plans. I just wanted to…”
“See how I’d react?” Is she testing theories or being childish? I don’t care for it.
She nods once much like I did and turns to the door.
“Don’t play games with me, Pest, I’m too old for that shit.”
“Stop saying shit to Maddox then, okay?”
“He’s my son, I’ll say whatever I choose.”
“You’re going to ruin everything!”
I shake my head as disbelief courses through me. “You’re as foolish as he is. He’s likely the best man you will ever meet and you’re fooling yourself if you think you’ll stay friends forever.”
“Why do you want me with him so badly when I know you don’t even like me? You’re so confusing. How can you admit you want to fuck me in the same chapter that you say you want me with your son?”
She has me there. “I didn’t say I wanted you with my son.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“I’m saying I need to know where I stand in this cute little threesome so I can fuck you without worrying about ruining my son’s life!” I’m yelling. Shit. She just brings out the worst in me.
“I don’t want to fuck you so your problem is solved and you can stay the fuck out of my—”
That sounded more like a challenge to me so I clamp my lips down on hers before she reaches the end of her sentence.
“Sargent!” she yells, shoving me away but I see the arousal in her eyes and raise a challenging brow. “You’re worried where you stand yet you’re still trying to do this?”
“What’s one more time?” I reply, grabbing her and forcing her over my bed. “Tell me to stop right now and I’ll stop.”
When she doesn’t a surge of masculine pride moves through my body and straight to my cock and my hands yank down her bottoms. I massage her rear, smoothing my palms over her smooth skin before cupping her around the front and finding her clit as my angry cock sinks into her wanting pussy.