Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
As we walk toward a house, I notice it’s rather large but not much different from the other houses surrounding the large fire pit. The group of people go silent and watch us with obvious interest. I walk quickly between Luke and Owen to hide myself from the prying eyes while keeping my own cast down as my cheeks flame with embarrassment.
“Don’t worry, sweetness. There’s nothing wrong with being nude. No one is going to look at you like that.”
My arms cross tighter over my breasts as I mumble under my breath, “I don’t feel comfortable.”
Both Luke and Owen seem to straighten their backs. “We’ll get you clothes then. Charlotte has some clothes—”
Luke interrupts Owen’s response. “We’ll get you more, you won’t fit in her clothes.” What the fuck does that mean? I glance at him, feeling even more self-conscious, but he doesn’t even turn his head to look at me. I let out a large huff of air that turns into a yawn as we enter the house. It’s decorated modestly with a contemporary edge, but it is, without a doubt, a bachelor pad.
“Is this...home?” Owen nods a yes at my question while Luke continues through the room and down the hallway. I have no idea where he’s going, but with him gone I feel like I can breathe a little easier. “Is there internet?” I can’t imagine that there is, but they are tech gurus or whatever he said before.
Owen’s smile widens. “Of course.” He takes my hand and leads me past the living room, through a slightly outdated kitchen and into an office in the back. Holy shit. This office is insane. There are eight large, flat-screened monitors on the wall with three desks in the center of the room facing the monitors.
“Why are there three desks?”
“One for Charlotte. But you can use whichever one you want.” He speaks matter-of-factly and I get a sick feeling in my stomach. Who is Charlotte? “Or if you want your own, we can get you one.”
Before I can ask who the fuck Charlotte is, Luke comes back into the room holding a plain white tee. He’s still naked and the sight of his body makes me close my eyes to repress the sexual urges I have for him.
“No social media though. The Authority doesn’t allow it.” I stare straight into Owen’s eyes and nod, but inside I’ve already decided that I’ll be leaking this story. What’s the worst that can happen?
“Put this on.” Luke finally speaks and holds out the shirt for me to take. I put it to my nose and inhale his masculine, woodsy scent. I love the smell but hate that it’s from him. It’s disturbing how just the very smell of him can do such strong things to me.
“No clothes in the house.” Owen yanks the shirt from my hand and a look of pure rage crosses over Luke’s face. “She needs to be bared to us at all times.” Luke’s brows raise at Owen’s response; he obviously approves of his twin’s reasoning. They both look at me and my heart stutters from the primitive hunger in their eyes.
“No.” The word slips through my lips as my first line of defense to protect myself from them. Luke’s expression is unaltered, still emotionless and hard. Owen doesn’t try to hide his amusement.
“Why’s that, sweetness?” His cocky smiles drops just slightly as he asks, “You aren’t in need?”
“I’m tired and want to sleep”—my breath comes in panicked bursts—“and I don’t want to be naked all the time.”
Owen’s amusement disappears at my words. “Why?” Luke continues to stand there, just watching me, almost glaring at me.
It takes everything in me to get any reason out, my head is so cloudy. “I want to be clothed…and have a sense of normalcy.” And I’m not going to sleep with Luke ever again. My heart hammers in protest.
Luke’s eyes flash as if he heard me and for a moment I feel a break between us.
“Wear whatever the fuck you want. It’s time for bed.” Luke turns his back to me and stalks out of the room. I don’t know where he plans on going, but I’m not fucking following.
Owen’s jaw ticks as he looks down at the shirt in his hand. “I don’t want you to wear this. At least not tonight.” I bite the inside of my cheek as he cocks his head and lets his eyes roam down my body. His breathing comes in shallow breaths and desire is written all over his face.
“I want to feel your skin against mine. It will be good for our bond.” His response seems genuine, and I allow what he’s saying to register.
I’ll cave on this issue, but only so I can escape to bed. I’m tired. I can already feel myself getting hot for him, but I haven’t got it in me to take any more physical activity tonight. I nod my head. “For tonight, fine. I just want to go to bed though.”