Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“You lookin’ for some fun, darlin’?” she asked, closing the dishwasher with her heel.
“Depends on what kind of fun you’re offering,” I rumbled, stepping closer to her. Food could wait. My dick was hard, and the tension in my body was begging to be released.
Cannon’s gorgeous face filtered into my mind for a moment, but I pushed her out again. I couldn’t get attached, and fucking Cannon again was sure to be my demise. She needed to stay the fuck away and out of my damn head.
“I can do anything you want me to,” she purred, scraping her french-tipped nails down my chest.
I reached down and unbuckled my jeans to pull my stiff cock out. “On your knees,” I commanded.
With a wicked smile, she dropped to her knees in front of me and parted her lips, her tongue sticking out. I grunted and laced my fingers in her hair before sliding my cock down her wet, warm throat. Her gag reflex never kicked in, and I took advantage of it, fucking her mouth roughly, not caring if I was hurting her.
She was here for one thing and one thing only. And that was just to be a hole for me to fill.
I heard the door open, and I glanced over. Cannon stood in the entrance, an impassive look on her face as she watched me drive my dick down Blondie’s throat. With a smirk and a wink, she walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer. After she popped the top off, she set it on the counter beside me and leaned up, brushing her lips with mine.
My eyes almost rolled back in my head. Fuck, she wasn’t even the one my dick was eagerly getting sucked by, but she had me ready to blow my load all the same.
“You might need that after,” she whispered, her lips brushing mine, everything about her clouding my senses—the sweet smell of her, that red hair, those fucking freckles.
She sauntered out of the room before I could even say anything in return. Growling, I closed my eyes and pictured her on her knees in front of me, just like she’d been in the makeshift club gym. My balls drew up tight, and my cum spurted down the girl’s throat.
As soon as I was drained, I fixed my clothes and snatched the beer up, walking out of the kitchen without another word.
I wasn’t even hungry anymore.
But I sure as fuck was hella confused and worried about the effect Cannon was having on me.
6
Whiler
I’d been doing a damn good job the past month keeping distance between me and Cannon. She kept doing little things that kept her in my head and made me constantly think about her, but I’d managed to keep my hands off her so far. Didn’t seem to matter much though in the grand scheme of things.
In the past month, every time I fucked another woman, she was somehow there. It was like she had a sixth sense for when I was getting my rocks off with another woman. Fuck, even a few times, she’d stayed to watch. I’d recognized the jealous gleam in her eyes, but apparently, she liked torturing herself.
And fuck her for making my orgasms that much better when her eyes were on me. It was hard enough getting off without picturing her in my mind, but when she was in the same room, everything else ceased to exist but her.
But every time she was there, she never said a word to me. As soon as I was done, she left the room again. But she and I both knew she was the reason I came so hard every single fucking time. And I hated it.
I knew she was dangerous from the get-go. And now, we were in some fucked-up, twisted game that I didn’t understand. I didn’t know the rules. I didn’t know how to play. This was Cannon’s field, and it was inevitable that she would eventually wear me down and wreck me. I was just trying to prolong it.
“You look like shit,” Ink commented as he handed me a cup of coffee.
I grunted. “Slept like shit,” I admitted. That anniversary date was so close, and it was smothering me. I couldn’t fucking breathe half the time. And Helena was everywhere I looked, constantly appearing. Constantly talking to me.
Just let me go, Whiler, she said, suddenly appearing in front of me out of thin air. I jerked to a stop, clenching my teeth before I moved around her. I knew she wasn’t real, so anyone watching just saw me avoid empty space, but fuck, I couldn’t just walk through her. Even if she was a figment of my imagination.
Ink eyed me but didn’t say a word, though I saw the questions in his eyes. Gritting my teeth, I turned my face away, focusing on the coffee in my hands.