Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“When did I last tell you I love you?” he asks, thrusting up into me, and a squeal leaves my lips at the force.
“I…” I shake my head with all words lost to me right now.
“Remember that I do when I fuck you like you’re my whore.”
He quickly flips me so my back hits the bed, and he covers my mouth with his hand. I whimper when he re-enters me, fucking me with hard, punishing thrusts that already have me close to the edge.
Reaching down between us with his free hand, his deft fingers circle my clit. He thrusts a few times, and then he stops, causing a whine to leave my throat. As his eyes lock onto mine, he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking and then spitting on them before he moves them down and starts rubbing at my aching clit again.
The problem, though, is he isn’t moving. His cock is buried deep inside me, but he won’t thrust. The friction he is giving my clit makes me shift back toward him, but he remains still.
Joey has the power.
I’m just the tool.
His fingers slow, and I feel his cock harden even more before he rubs just right, making me come with his fingers, and the fullness of his cock buried motionless inside of me. I bite his hand, and my fingers grip the bed sheets, my head tilting backward from the pleasure. I’m mid-orgasm before his hips finally move.
He growls near my ear, still covering my mouth, “That’s it, milk my fucking cock.”
Releasing my clit and mouth, he grips my hips.
“You scream, I’ll spank your fucking ass.”
I can only nod as he moves faster. It isn’t long until I’m biting my own tongue to stop myself from screaming his name.
“Adora.”
“Yeah?” I ask through a whimper as he sits up, pulling himself out of me.
“I think it’s time you went home.” Then he gets up and walks to the bathroom, leaving me on his bed, naked and full of him.
TWENTY
JOEY
She’s gone when I come back out, nowhere in sight. I should be thankful—I did tell her to leave because it was the right thing to do.
She and her child should go and start somewhere new.
But then why did I buy her a bookstore if that’s what I want?
Why didn’t I take her money?
Keir walks into the kitchen and looks around before he sits at the counter. “You don’t have to marry either one of them.” I look at him, confused. I wasn’t planning on it. “You weren’t planning to anyway,” he says, shaking his head, reading my thoughts. “If I told you, you had to, would you?”
“No. I did it the first time. I won’t do it a second.”
“First one didn’t count.”
“I remember vividly standing at that altar with you by my side,” I tell him.
“Sailor likes her.”
“Sailor needs more friends.”
“Hmm…” He nods his head. “She says she doesn’t like outside people because she wouldn’t want to lie to them about who I am.”
“Everyone knows who you are,” I inform him.
“Touché.” Reaching for my bowl of grapes, he looks to the side where Jerome’s coloring stuff is set up and nods to it. “She gone?”
“Yep.”
“For good?”
“Fuck if I know.”
“Hello, pretty ladies,” Lucas says as he enters, and I have to close my eyes and take a breath.
“I didn’t invite you,” I grumble.
“You didn’t invite me either,” Keir points out.
“Where is the blushing bride? She all better?” Lucas asks. He walks to the refrigerator, pulls out two bottles of water, throws one to Keir, then turns to me.
“I should cut off your fucking hand.” I shake my head.
“You could try…”
“He would, just so you know,” Keir warns Lucas. Then he says, “But the payback Lucas would deliver you would make you wish you never did.”
“You’ve missed out on two days of work. I had to do your stupid jobs, and your restaurants were not happy. One mentioned something about you trying a dessert,” Lucas complains. “The other swore at me in Spanish and told me to die in a ditch.” He laughs. “Took me a while to work out what he said.”
“I’ve built relationships with them. They pay, and we never have issues for a reason, Lucas.”
“Yeah, because you are a pussy.” Lucas laughs.
“You can hit him,” Keir tells me.
I reach for a knife and throw it, and Lucas ducks just in time as it hits the wall behind his head.
“Asshole. You almost ruined this pretty face.” He touches his face with his hands, making a show of it.
“Why do you even come here?”
“Because, cousin, you are my absolute favorite person…” he pauses, and I raise a brow at him, “… to annoy.”
“Back at you, asshole.”
Lucas takes the stool next to Keir.
“So what were you two lovers talking about before I arrived?”
“Marriage.”
“Oh, are you getting married again?” Lucas waggles his brows at me.