Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Coming in?”
“Going to make me?” And now I’m taunting him. Smart, Harley. Really smart.
Brix swings his legs over the side of the pool as if to come get me, and I flinch. I do not need this man’s hands on me right now.
I want them on me for sure, but nope, nope, nope.
“Okay, okay, I’m getting in.” I go to the opposite side of the pool and slip into the cool water, but even the low temperature isn’t enough to put out the heat in my groin. I swim around trying to get my dick to deflate.
“Enjoying your break from writing yet?”
“No,” I grumble. I should’ve put sunblock on because the sun is high and hot today. I’m so going to burn. “I should be working.”
“When was the last time you came out here and enjoyed the view?” He slips into the pool and swims to the wall that faces the wide panorama that is LA and its surroundings.
I want to fight the urge to go to him, but I know I’ll lose, so I don’t even pretend like I’m going to try. I swim over to him but make sure to leave a few feet between us. “I don’t think I’ve ever used the pool before. Evah has, but …” I shrug.
“How long have you lived in this house?”
I count. “A little over a year? I bought it a few months after Eleven broke up.”
“And you’ve never been in the pool? Doesn’t that tell you you’re pushing yourself too hard? Working too much?”
“I need to push that hard. I need to work that hard.”
Brix’s lips press together. “Why?”
That empty part of my soul screams loudly. Because I don’t have anything else.
“I just … do.”
Brix isn’t satisfied with my answer, and I can’t blame him. I’m not happy with it myself. But I’m not going to admit that I throw myself into music to drown out that loud noise in the back of my brain telling me that love doesn’t truly exist.
I’m destined to be alone as long as my career is my first priority, so why fight it?
Brix inches closer to me, and I hold my breath. He lowers his voice. “You know what you have to do, then?”
“What?”
His lips turn upward just slightly. “Play harder.”
Next thing I know I’m under the water with this big mountain of a man pushing me down.
I’m torn between enjoying the zing of pleasure from his touch and wanting to shove him and struggle against him. In the end, air wins out. Because I kind of need that.
He lets me come up, and I splutter as I hit the surface.
“I’m pretty sure drowning me is on the list of things you shouldn’t do as my bodyguard.”
“The question is, is it more fun than watching a video of someone getting kicked in the nuts? I’m trying to fulfill my obligations here.”
Smug son of a bitch.
“It’s not. I’m above this childish game, and as if I could ever win against you when you’re twice my size.” I blink innocently at him.
Brix looks like he might be buying my bullshit but is a bit wary. “All right,” he gives in. “I won’t push you under the water again.” As soon as Brix’s back is turned, I smile and make my move.
I attack him from behind, but immediately, I hit the water while big hands hold me down.
When I’m let up this time, Brix is grinning.
“So predictable,” he taunts.
I shake out my hair, flicking water everywhere. “Really?”
“Aww, Pop Star. Do you underestimate me that much?” He steps closer to me, and my cock hardens again. I think it’s confused between being turned on and genuinely worried I’m going to drown.
Because my dick thinks about these things.
I think Brix is going to grab me again, but as I look up at his face and he steps even closer, I freeze along with my breathing.
The anticipation of him touching me has neediness thrumming through my veins.
And then? The fucker splashes me and sends a wall of water my way.
I cough. “Oh, it’s on.”
He turns his back and tries to escape, but one thing about his size is it makes him slower than I am. I jump on his back, wrapping my legs around his waist this time.
Big mistake.
The biggest.
My cock doesn’t have time to get too into it because Brix easily flips me off his back, and there I am again, under the water.
Motherfucker.
Against my better judgment, my stubborn side won’t let it go. That’s how my bodyguard practically waterboards me for an hour.
It’s still the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
“Do you trust me?” Brix asks.
I look up at him from my usual spot on the floor where I’m still trying to write.
“Nope.” I’m joking. It’s weird how much I do trust him.
By this point, it’s not a trust issue I have with telling Brix about my sexuality. It’s self-preservation. I don’t want him to realize I’ve been eye-fucking him for weeks.