Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
But then I remembered he had gone and had sex with that young flight attendant, Leslie, with Stevie on the plane. We didn’t hear or see anything, and rationally, I knew that Stevie had no idea what he was doing, but I did. It had been disrespectful, and if he thought he was going to parade women in and out of this house in front of her, he had another thing coming. I didn’t know how I was going to stop him, but I was working on that.
My not speaking to him had no effect. He hadn’t even noticed.
I wasn’t who he wanted to spend time with anyway. I was just the baggage that came along with having Stevie here. God, I wanted to think of something else besides him.
It was a beautiful, sunny day, and Stevie was having a blast. I wanted to soak it in, but right now, I had too many things wearing on me, and I was unable to shut my brain off.
The call with Hudson had been hard, but he had assumed my bad mood was because of us not being together. That seemed to pacify him. I had ended it after ten minutes, telling him I had a headache and needed sleep. He wanted to talk again tonight, which gave me one more thing to dread. Although I might not be invited to this movie night that Linc had promised Stevie. He hadn’t looked at me. It was almost as if he was ignoring me, like I was doing to him.
I sighed heavily and glanced back over at Stevie, realizing she had gotten quiet. Her Popsicle stick was thankfully all that was left of the pink treat as it lay in her open hand because she was sound asleep. I leaned forward and took another dry towel and laid it over her. It wasn’t cool out, but the wet towel and suit might give her a chill. Sinking back on the plush lounger, I stared up at the slated ceiling that let very little sunlight through. I’d put sunblock on her twice now, so she should be fine to sleep where she was.
The sound of the waterfall as it gushed over the rocks and hit the water might lull me to sleep, too, if I closed my eyes. At least then, I wouldn’t be thinking. I could get rest from the things plaguing me. Just as I decided to give it a try, I heard heavy, booted footsteps, and my eyes snapped open. I turned my head toward the sound to see Linc walking in this direction. He had on a snug-fitting black T-shirt with his jeans today. The sight of his corded, tattooed biceps was eye candy that I did not have any business partaking in.
Without Stevie to talk to him, I was going to be forced to, and vice versa.
He stopped when he reached our cabana lounger.
Not fair, God. So not fair. No man should look like that. It was cruel.
I couldn’t blame Leslie for flashing him her cleavage and spreading her legs for him when he went after her. I was sure most women did. Heck, I had done it myself. I wondered if he carried those morning-after pills around in his pocket for all the available vaginas wanting to be filled.
I rolled my eyes behind my sunglasses at the thought.
“I thought you were going to be gone all day,” I snapped, aggravated at myself for speaking first.
“You talking to me now?” His drawl sounded amused.
Damn him.
I lifted a shoulder, but said nothing.
He chuckled. “How long is this jealous fit supposed to last?”
I stiffened and glared at him. “I am not jealous. This is not a fit!” I hissed, trying not to yell and wake up Stevie.
He smirked at me. “Like hell it ain’t. You haven’t said a word to me since I came back from letting the flight attendant suck my cock like she had been begging to. I was unaware your mouth was available. Can’t go getting pissed at me for not knowing.” He paused, and his eyes went to my mouth, then slowly down my body. “If you want to suck it, I’m open to negotiations. Starting with you doing it while wearing that bikini.”
I sat up straight, feeling several things, but clasping tight to the anger. The others were not to be acknowledged. “I do not want to…suck your…thing, and I don’t care who you screw around with,” I whispered. “But I don’t want you bringing women around in front of Stevie. Keep your…your sex stuff personal and hidden.”
His heated gaze didn’t meet mine, but instead was on my chest. “Please continue with your hissy fit. Those big tits keep bouncing and jiggling around enough, and a nipple might pop free.”
The instant tingle between my legs made them harden as he continued to stare at them. What was he doing? Why was he doing it? My body felt warm, and it had nothing to do with the sun.