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)
Once we were leveled off, I carried Stevie to the small bedroom in the back and laid her on the bed so she wasn’t slumped over in a seat. Linc had started to stand, and I shook my head and kept walking with her. I didn’t want his help. When I reentered the main cabin, I didn’t glance his way even though I felt his eyes watching me. I planned on ignoring him.
Leaning back into the soft leather seat, I sipped the champagne that the flight attendant had brought me. She wasn’t the same one who had given Linc a blow job, but she was young and attractive. Her smiles and flirty looks she was giving Linc weren’t subtle either. I didn’t care. Whatever.
Looking out the window into the night sky, I enjoyed my drink, and we could continue in our silence. I was sure when Linc was done doing whatever he was handling on his phone, he’d take the attendant up on her silent offer. I’d said I didn’t care, and yet I kept thinking about it. Real convincing.
“I think she had a good time.”
Linc’s voice startled me. I hadn’t expected to hear it. I turned to look over at him, forgetting that I was going to ignore him.
“She did. She loved it there.”
His gaze traveled down my legs, and I wanted to kick him in his handsome face.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
As if he cared.
“I did,” I replied in a clipped tone.
“How long should I expect this pouting to last?” he asked as if I were a child.
My hand gripped the glass I was holding tightly, and I clenched my teeth together. That arrogant ass. I was not pouting. I was hurt. I was angry. I might hate him. But I was not pouting.
“I’m not pouting,” I replied.
“You’re in a snit.”
“A snit?” I asked incredulously.
He nodded. “Yes. I’m the one who should be pissed. But I got over it.”
I set the glass down before I broke the damn thing or threw it at his face. “What did you have to be pissed about?”
He took a drink from his glass. His expression seemed to say that I knew exactly what he was talking about. But I was clueless.
“The dentist,” he said, his tone harder than before.
I frowned. “What about Hudson?”
His eyes narrowed. “That he came to the house, Branwen.”
I nodded, still confused. “Yeah. But I hadn’t asked him to, and I got him to leave.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
I shrugged. “Why would I need to tell you? Jayda and Luther knew. You were acknowledging their existence. I assumed they’d tell you. I haven’t been spoken to or treated with any respect since the night you came to my room.” I hadn’t meant to blurt that all out, but I was angry, and it was just bubbling out of me.
He didn’t say anything, and I figured we were going back to the silent treatment.
“Did you expect me to treat you differently because we’d fucked?” he asked. As if he wasn’t sure what I had expected.
Yeah, maybe I had. But then why wouldn’t I? It had felt like we were…different then. Like something had changed.
“I didn’t expect to be treated worse. But don’t worry. I am not hoping for a repeat. In fact, I’d rather have my teeth pulled out with pliers.” Asshole.
I turned to look back out the window and picked up my glass again.
“You sure about that? Because the way you were crying out my name and coming all over my cock and hand, it seemed like you would do anything to have it.”
That had been before I knew the outcome.
“You don’t have the only dick in the world, Linc,” I hissed. “I can find another one to make me come.” I didn’t look back at him as I said it. The more I looked at him, the more riled up I got.
I could hear him as he set his glass down and stood up. When his shadow came over me, I looked up to see Linc standing there. Too close. He leaned down, caging me in with his hands on either side of my chair. I leaned back as far as I could to get away from him. He had a seat, and he needed to go sit in it.
“Personal space, Linc,” I snapped at him.
“No other dick is taking this cunt,” he growled and grabbed my leg to uncross it, shoving his hand beneath my skirt.
I tried to push him away, but he was hard to budge.
“Stop it,” I hissed.
“No one else can take care of this pussy like I can, and you know it. Has anyone ever fucked you and gotten you off that many times in a night?” he asked. Then, he leaned down, his beard brushing my skin, as his mouth was close to my ear. “Has anyone else called you their slut? Spread your legs and gotten you off while finger-fucking you as his cum leaked out?” He slid a finger inside my panties. “You like being called names. It made you so fucking wet.”