Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
My hands push him back. His loss hurts, I want him on me. I want him back, the warmth and everything he brings with it when he touches me. My favorite part is that he makes my heart flutter before it takes off in a gallop so hard that it makes me jump.
“I’m not one of these girls.” My eyes scan this place again before they come back to him. I don’t want to be watched by other people in my most personal moment. His hand touches my face, not the one that was in me that one’s still touching my thigh.
“You would never be, and if you don’t want me we don’t have too.”
Heart meet Echo.
Your perfect ten.
But if you fall for him, I swear I will tear you out with my bare hands.
“Can you do it with my clothes on?”
“Challenge accepted.” His hand skirts up my skirt and reaches me. He pushes a finger inside and touches my clit after pulling my panties to one side, rubbing it gently before his lips come back to touch mine.
My hands reach for his trousers so I can feel him through them, rubbing him as I bite his lip while he pushes himself on me. Undoing his zipper, his cock comes free and I know I want it. No matter where we are, I want it. Echo releases me and I feel his loss straight away. He lifts me so my back hits the glass, I’m thankful he doesn’t pull my skirt up as I wrap my legs around him.
“Red…” I kiss him again, I don’t want to talk. Why must we talk? “Tomorrow, too?” He pauses waiting for an answer.
“Yes, now shut up and fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
And he does, against the wall, pulling my hair and biting my neck more than likely leaving another mark.
The problem is that I’m not worried about those marks anymore, it’s the one on my heart that troubles me the most.
He’s leaving an impression.
And he’s a ten…
This was doomed from the beginning.
12
Echo
She has me in a daze, not even Selena could put me in a daze. Her. Red. She stupefies me, but more than that I enjoy it. I look down at the invitation that’s still sitting on my desk, the one that asks me to attend their wedding—my brother and ex-lover. It’s too sparkly, too pristine, too white, and too pure for them. I’m sure he’s had a hand in making them. Reaching for my cell, I call my brother. I’m surprised when he answers considering I almost killed him last time I saw him.
“Echo,” he says my name with amusement and a whole load of disdain.
“I want to bring a date.”
He doesn’t speak at first as I wait for him to tell me, no. Let’s face it, I was only invited out of spite he never really intended nor wanted me to come.
“A date?”
“Yes, Mike, a date. Do you even know what that is without stealing someone’s girlfriend?”
“Yes, you can bring a date, Echo…” He pauses. “I didn’t think you’d come.”
I shake my head. Honestly, I want to tear into him. “You only get to see two people, who are meant to love you but also destroyed you, get married once I guess. I also want to be there to witness when it all comes crashing down.”
“You’re an ass you know that, right?”
“I know.” I hang up on him. Then I call my Red. She doesn’t answer, so I send her a picture instead. Knowing full well I’ll see her tonight. Because I made her tell me she would.
I pull the door open before she even reaches it, her heels click on the pavement as her eyes find mine. I want to have her every which way and then some more, but first I have to ask her to come with me. Going to that wedding by myself was never my intention. But if Storm is standing next to me I know I’ll be thinking of every which way I can fuck her, she’s the perfect distraction.
“Prompt, I like it…”
Her brown eyes find mine at my words, her lip quirks up as she brushes past me into the house. A bottle of champagne is ready on the counter, she looks to it then back to me not making a move to touch it at all.
“Why the foreplay? That isn’t something we need.” She’s talking about me not ravishing her the minute she entered my place, and seeing the kitchen counter with a bottle of champagne ready for her.
“I need to ask you something…”
Her eyes go wide, she reaches for her coat and pulls it open revealing red lacy lingerie underneath. “How about another time when I don’t need you…” she reaches between her legs and her hand touches her pussy, “… here,” she says in the most sexed up fucking voice ever.