Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
The door opened at the top of the stairs, and I threw my arm over my face, covering it. I wasn’t in the mood to explain the broken bottle of beer to my mom. She was already pissed about my newest tattoo. Lately, she’d been angry with me about all kinds of shit. Dad had been pushing for me to move in with him. He’d said she’d never truly understand me.
“Kye?” The sweet voice that ranked above all other voices said my name, and I dropped my arm from my face and sat up.
Genesis stood at the bottom of the stairs, frowning at me, and then her gaze swung to the broken bottle near her feet.
I jumped up. “Don’t move. You could get cut,” I told her.
She watched me as I walked over to her, then let out a squeal as I put my hands on her waist and picked her up, moving her over the broken glass to a safer area. My hands didn’t let go of her waist right away though. The warmth of her skin under my palms felt too good, and I wanted it to seep in some more. I suddenly felt an urgent need to take the little I could have of her before Bowie somehow stole that too.
Genesis lifted her eyes to look up at me. Those eyes of hers had always made me weak. I had blue eyes, but they weren’t like her kind of blue. Mom had said Genesis had aquamarine eyes. I didn’t know anyone else with their perfect shade of ocean and sky.
“I was looking for …” She paused and glanced around, and the frown between her brows appeared again. “What happened?” she asked.
“Bottle broke,” I told her, making myself drop my hands instead of leaning down and smelling her like a maniac.
She was Bowie’s girl. No smelling her. No burying my face in her neck. No licking that place at the base of her throat where her pulse gave away her reaction to things when her expression didn’t.
“How?” she asked, then shook her head. “Never mind. Is Bowie here?”
Fucking Bowie. My fist balled up again.
“You lose him?” I asked.
She shook her head and grinned, as if I were making a joke. My eyes dropped to her neck, then down to her cleavage. When were her tits gonna stop growing? Fuck, it had been easier when she was flat-chested. The urge to tug her neckline down and clamp my mouth around one of her nipples was strong.
I moved back to stand in front of her. Smell her vanilla-cinnamon scent. Feel the warmth from her body. Imagine how she looked as she was orgasming. My eyes moved to that spot on her throat. The pulse was there, making it clear I affected her. I placed two fingers over the small, pumping vein gently and caressed it.
“Kye,” she whispered in a shaky breath.
“Yeah, Baby Doll?” I replied, lifting my eyes to meet hers.
The way her eyes shone back at me with uncertainty but clear interest took the next move out of my hands. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I wanted to. Bowie could have walked in the damn room, and I’d still need this. She was a fucking siren, and I was weak.
I brushed my lips over hers twice, and the soft gasp that came from hers sent me over the edge. My mouth locked down over hers, and I teased her lips with my tongue until she opened for me, leaning in and pressing her body against mine. I cupped her face with one hand and ran the other one up her arm, then circled her neck with my fingers. The moment her tongue moved over mine, I was lost. She tasted better than anything my dreams could have conjured up.
“What the fuck?!” Bowie’s shout was like a bucket of ice water being dumped over our heads.
I knew then that nothing would ever go back to the way it had been.
Eight
Genesis
October 15
Bowie had gone to pick up our dinner while I opened a bottle of his favorite red wine and prepared the living room for our movie date. He had been back in South Carolina the past week, and he had shown up to surprise me today. We were doing good with the back and forth.
Chloe owned a clothing boutique in town. She had several of them in Florida now. Even one in Key West, where she now lived. She’d hired me do the ordering for all the stores, do the window display at the Ocala store, then send the picture to the other stores so they could do something similar. The best part was, she’d offered for me to sell my own designs in all the stores. I was so thankful for her allowing me to do this. I wasn’t sure when I’d finish my degree, but this was hands-on experience. I had a chance to sell my clothing to the public.