Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“No.”
“No?”
“You’ll make me.” She bites her lower lip. “Please make me.”
Fuck me.
Only she would ask me of these things and make it sound like a fucking erotic dream. Her crazy matches mine, after all, and I’m a lucky bastard to have stumbled upon it.
A low groan spills from me as I fumble for the remote. The moment I turn off the movie, a loud sound echoes in the air.
At first, I think it’s a bomb or something. But it comes again. My fucking doorbell.
I dig my fingers into her hair. “Open your mouth.”
“Shouldn’t you see who is it?”
“Don’t fucking care. They will go away.”
She’s unsure for a second, but I unbuckle my belt and free my cock. Naomi takes me to the back of her throat, just like she promised.
I grab her by the hair. “That’s it. Make it nice and wet.”
Her eyes meet mine as she sucks and licks, her cheeks hollowing. I’m two seconds away from pushing her on all fours and fucking her on the ground, animal style.
The distinctive sound of a ‘Beep’ echoes in the silence and I freeze.
Only one person knows the code to my apartment in case of an emergency.
And sure enough, he appears at the threshold of my living room, carrying his briefcase. His expression remains the same as he takes in the scene in front of him. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Fuck, Nate.” I hide Naomi with my body so he doesn’t see her flushed face or her lips around my dick. The last thing I want is for any man, Nate included, to witness her in this state.
She releases me and scrambles away, her face heated.
I tuck my painfully hard cock in and glare at my uncle aka the fucking cockblocker. “Ever heard of the word privacy?”
“You weren’t answering the door or your phone so I thought there was an emergency.” He runs his critical gaze over Naomi. “It’s a different type of emergency, I see.”
She winces, then stands up. “I’m…I’m going to go.”
I grab her by the wrist and pull her back to my side. “If anyone needs to leave, it’s him.”
“Nonsense.” Nate places his briefcase on the sofa. “Let’s make dinner and talk.”
“Or you can walk out of the door and leave us alone?” I suggest.
He ignores me and offers his hand to Naomi. “Nathaniel Weaver. I’m this rascal’s uncle and guardian of sorts.”
“I’m twenty-one. I don’t need a guardian.”
“Don’t believe what he tells you. He does,” Nate whispers to her with his charming smile.
Naomi smiles back, taking his hand. “Naomi Chester. Sebastian and I…study at the same campus.”
“The girl from TV has a name,” Nate says and she blushes again.
I jump up and break them apart. I don’t like that he’s using his rare kind persona, and I don’t want her to ever think of him as someone charming.
He’s my uncle and I hate him right now. Fucking sue me.
“The rascal doesn’t bring his girlfriends home.”
“We’re not really…”
“We are,” I say firmly, cutting her off.
Nate smirks and I flip him off. The bastard knows I’m acting out of character and he won’t let me live this down.
“Let’s have that dinner,” he says and heads to the kitchen area.
“Sure.” Naomi starts to follow, but I keep her at my side.
“Are you on my side or his?” I hiss in her ear.
“I want to meet your uncle. Besides, you’re being rude,” she murmurs back.
“He’s the one being rude by barging in here,” I say aloud.
“I heard that, Rascal.”
“Good. Leave, then.”
“No.”
“Grandma said she wants to see you.”
“Hearsay.”
“I’ll send her a picture that you’re here as evidence.”
“Circumstantial. Now, come make yourself useful.”
Naomi chuckles softly and I poke her side. “What are you laughing at?”
“You and your uncle have a loveable relationship.”
“I call it ‘he’s a pain in the ass’ relationship.”
“It’s loveable, anyway. I like seeing you this way.”
“What way?”
“Human, I guess. Real.”
“You, however, are always real.”
She leans in and kisses my cheek. “I’m more real with you.”
Before I can grab her and use PDA to kick Nate out, she slips from between my fingers and goes to the kitchen.
I follow after, grumbling, and contemplating how to get rid of my uncle.
We end up having more fun making dinner, as my uncle and I banter and Naomi joins in the teasing. When we sit down to eat, it feels…like home.
The one I lost when I was six years old.
25
Sebastian
I’m the heart of almost every party that’s thrown on campus. My name is the one people use to invite everyone over.
That’s what Owen did tonight.
He turned his parents’ house into a club and even invited a trendy DJ that he paid a small fortune for.
That’s the thing about Blackwood. If you have money, you’re compelled to show it so you’re considered part of the IT crowd.
It’s common in our circle. My own grandmother tells me to throw parties just so she can brag about me in front of her friends. Her usual speech would be something along the lines of: