Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
There’s the anger I’d expect from Kincaid for violating a direct order.
I lower my boots from in front of my straining cock and grip it in my free hand. “Do you see this? If I fucked her last night do you think I’d walk out of that room before taking care of this?”
He chuckles; it damn near enrages me.
“We watched movies,” I explain. “I fell asleep. Fuck. I even slept on top of the covers. I know I shouldn’t have been in her room, but I was exhausted after not sleeping for over thirty-six hours. Besides, she just lost her fiancé.”
“You still want to fuck her,” he states.
I can’t help but laugh. First, Shadow and now the damn Pres.
“Every man who looks at her wants to fuck her, Kincaid.”
“Not true,” he says looking down the hall.
A huge smile spreads across his face. It’s still new, only having begun a few months ago when Emmalyn came into his life. I follow his gaze and see his woman smiling back at him from across the living room.
“Not everyone gets what you have, man.”
I envy their relationship. It’s not something I see for myself, but I can appreciate the love they have for each other. If anyone has ever doubted that true love exists, they should spend a day with these two sappy fuckers. They’d turn into believers in less than an hour.
“And that’s a damn shame,” he says pushing himself off of the wall. “Everyone should feel like this when they see their woman.”
I harrumph at the idea. “Would definitely solve world peace.” If every man in the world only had eyes for one woman, it would solve a litany of problems.
“Kid,” he says halting me as I start to walk past him to my own room.
“I know, Pres. Keep my dick in my pants.”
He laughs at the despair even I can hear in my voice. “Twenty-seven days,” he adds before walking toward Emmalyn.
“Might as well be an eternity,” I mutter and head for the shower.
My dick is solid steel almost every second I’m around her, yet I offer to hang out with her all day. Clearly, I’m glutton for punishment.
***
Once in my room, I notice my Star Wars t-shirt folded up neatly on the end of my bed. Just like she’s done any other time she wears an article of my clothing, Snapper has laundered and returned it. I know Khloe saw her in it, and that kills me. I used Snapper to try to get Khloe out from under my skin. It didn’t work and now things are worse now that she knows I fucked Snapper the other night. I know Snap didn’t wear that shirt out of here and to breakfast as some sort of statement. She’s not the type, but the damage has been done either way.
I toss the shirt in the trash by the nightstand on my way into the bathroom. I can’t change the past, but I can sure as hell not throw that damn shirt in her face. The second she sees me wearing it again, her mind will automatically go back to my indiscretion.
Even though I’ve never had to do so in the past, I remind myself that I need to start locking my door when I leave. The last fucking thing I need is Khloe catching one of the club girls sprawled out on my bed. Bunny, a club whore that has since been kicked out, pulled that shit with Kincaid and Emmalyn, and it nearly tore them apart, more than once in fact.
The difference between his situation and mine is Kincaid could honestly say he never fucked one of the other girls here; he’d only had a couple of blow jobs. I, on the other hand, have fucked each and every one of them on numerous occasions.
I’m not saying I want some sort of exclusive thing with Khloe, but I have to take what Emmalyn said yesterday to heart. Khloe is not a club whore, and if I have any less than noble intentions with her I need to walk away. It would be beyond fucked up to think I can fuck around with the club girls while waiting for Khloe to turn eighteen.
Since I can’t let go of the idea of Khloe, I know I have to do exactly what Kincaid ordered. I have to keep my dick in my pants; not just around Khloe, but any woman until I can figure out exactly what my end game with the beautiful, auburn-haired woman actually is.
I hit the shower and stroke it out even though I know it’s only a temporary fix for the ache in my balls.
Twenty-seven days. And that’s only if she’s interested in me. I remember the way she asked me to kiss her last night and smile. Seems like at this point, I’m a shoe-in.