Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
“I can’t believe you know that. You’re so fucking sexy for knowing that,” I breathe out.
Which makes him chuckle and add, “Well in that case, let me tell you all about how at the wedding, we’ll be taking seven rounds around a holy fire, agni in Sanskrit, so we’re tied to each other for seven lives.”
I clench my thighs, my core pulsing. “Oh my God, stop talking.”
“And since I won’t be satisfied with just seven lives, I’ll marry you in each life for the next seven. So we’ll be tied every time I’m born.”
Ugh.
How can he be both sexy and romantic at the same time?
I’m dying.
He’s killing me.
Then, something else occurs to me and I say, “If we’re going to be tied every time we’re born then you’re going to work on your gossiping skills.”
He frowns. “No.”
“Come on, Stellan. I want to know what’s happening with Jupiter and Shepard.”
Because something is happening there.
And despite all his friends leading a juicy life, this piece of gossip is something I’m the most interested in. I wish I could ask Jupiter but since I’ve been the source of such grief to her this past year, I’m trying to respect her privacy. So I keep my mouth shut when we hang out.
But Stellan doesn’t have to do the same when he hangs out with Shep.
Which, I’m happy to report, he does pretty frequently.
More frequently than hanging out with the other guys.
In fact, they see each other every single week. Well when Shep isn’t traveling for the games. But if he’s in New York, come what may including a grueling practice session, the twin brothers have a standing date to meet up at The Horny Bard.
I love it.
I absolutely freaking love how they’re trying to work on their relationship, and how much Stellan enjoys it. Because every time he comes back from his date with Shepard, he’s visibly happy and light.
“What’s happening is none of our business,” he states firmly.
“It is so,” I protest. “If they get married, she’ll be my sister-in-law.”
“They’re not getting married,” he states even more firmly.
“But—”
“He can’t stand her.”
I look at him like he’s crazy. “Is that what he told you?”
“Yes.”
I keep looking at him like that. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
I still look at him like that. “Oh my God, you have no clue, do you?”
“Clue about what?”
“He’s crazy about her.”
“That’s –”
“That’s why he said that,” I share excitedly.
“I think you’re delusional.”
I put both my hands on his cheeks. “Oh my sweet baby, you have so much to learn.”
His eyes flash again. “Do I now?”
“Yes, you do.” I nod sagely. “He’s doing the same thing that you did. You pretended that I annoyed you when you secretly liked it.”
His lips twitch slightly. “I did like it.”
“See? He likes it too. In fact, the other day when we did the get-together,” I keep sharing. “I think he was staring at her. I got the feeling. I mean, of course when I asked him he denied it but I could’ve sworn that—”
“Can we stop talking about my brother?”
I look at his sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”
“Good.”
“I think you should get off your knees now,” I tell him. “I said yes. I’m yours.”
His grip tightens. “I think that’s the very reason I should stay on my knees. Because you’re mine.”
“What does that—”
He explains it to me then.
Not via words but through actions.
When he lifts up my lehenga, spreads my legs and gets his mouth between them. And since he’s mine as well, when he’s done eating me out, I finally get my turn to get down on my knees where he properly breaks my fast and feeds me.
My wildfire Thorn.
THE END