Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I’m already craving my next hit.
I follow him out of his studio, my eyes falling to his ass. He’s wearing a dark pair of skinny jeans that, based on all the holes in them, look as though he found them in the trash can. The black tank top he wears shows off his muscled biceps and sculpted shoulders. He’s no football player like me, but he keeps his body in excellent shape. I fixate on the gorgeous ass that looks downright bitable in his jeans.
He pushes through a doorway and into what appears to be his bedroom. My gaze sweeps over the space, noticing immediately how immaculate it is. Not an article of clothing on the floor. Bed is perfectly made. Nothing sits on top of the dresser or end table aside from a lamp.
It’s so bare.
“Where’s all your shit?” I ask, waving an arm to gesture at the room.
He crosses his arms over his chest, a frown marring his face that’s slightly red from my stubble. My dick twitches at the reminder of having him pinned beneath me.
“What shit?”
“Your stuff. You know…the things that belong to you.”
“My clothes are in the dresser and closet.” He cocks his head to the side, his brown eyes searching mine. “I don’t have any other things.”
I glance around again, wondering why he likes it so empty and plain. “It doesn’t feel like your room.”
My comment clearly agitates him because he scowls and throws his pissy attitude at me. “Not everyone lives in a dump like you.”
“Take the bitchiness down a notch. Or ten.” I smirk at him. “I’m just saying it looks like you’re a guest, ready to move out with nothing to take with you except a suitcase full of horrible clothes that belong in the dumpster.”
“Says the guy who has cartoon costumes in his closet.”
I shrug, not at all embarrassed. “Does this look like the guy who’s hiding a secret anime cosplay love? Have you seen my Instagram?”
“Unfortunately.” He curls his lip up. “How are you even cool if everyone knows this about you?”
“Well,” I tease, a grin tugging at my lips, “as you already know, I’m super-hot.”
He scoffs. “Says who?”
“Those moans you were making when I kissed you says otherwise.”
“You’re such a dick.”
Ignoring him, I continue, “Besides being super-hot, I’m charming and hella smart and can whip ass in any sport.”
“And if your head gets any bigger, man, we’re going to have to take this outside. Give you some space to gloat.”
I shake my head, prowling toward him. “Why don’t you have stuff in your room, Wonderland? It’s fucking weird.”
He tilts his chin up, glaring at me. “Does it matter?”
“To me it does.”
Why?
Why does Alis get under my skin the way he does?
Why do I want to inhale his scent and lick the saltiness from his neck?
Why do I want to fuck him?
“It’s none of your business,” he grits out, his dark eyes flaring with annoyance.
With a hard push, I send him falling back on his pristine bed. He gasps when I prowl over him, eager to capture him in my grasp once again. I expect a harder fight, but all opposition fades as he submits to me.
I dip my lips to his, but in a surprise move, he rolls us. He straddles me, a triumphant grin on his handsome face. Lifting a brow, I smirk at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Forgetting the rules.” His mouth finds my neck and he nips at my skin. “You’re not my stepbrother…yet.”
I groan when he licks me. He starts shifting down the bed, kissing me over my T-shirt, roaming a path toward my tented shorts. Limitless brown eyes bore into me, burning with the fires of hell, as he runs his tongue over my dick that’s trying to rip through the material. His hand rubs along my base and then caresses my balls.
Fuck.
My eyes roll back as I sink into the pleasure he offers. His mouth on my dick feels unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. He’s so confident and sure of what feels good, teasing me like it’s his goddamn job.
“Alis,” I croak, running my fingers through his hair. “Stop fucking with me.”
His grin is wicked and evil. Bastard. He sits up on his knees, ripping away his tank. I drop my gaze to the bulge in his jeans. With a chuckle, he unbuttons the top and unzips it, revealing pink fucking briefs.
And then he leaves me hanging, wishing like fuck he’d show me his dick.
He shoves my shirt up my chest and then trails kisses down my abs to my navel. His hot breath tickles me and I squirm.
“I fucking love your abs, Canyon. They’re perfect.”
My chest tightens at his praise. “I love your ass. Show me your cock and I’ll add that to the list too.”
“You don’t get to look at it unless you’re planning to put it in your mouth.”