Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I wonder how big that diamond is,” I muttered, looking at it.
“Thirty-seven carats,” Trev replied.
My jaw dropped as I looked up at him. “Thirty-seven carats? How do you know?”
“Blaise told me. Last wife only got eighteen carats.”
Holy crap. How much would that even cost? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
“Damn,” Saxon muttered.
“I didn’t know they made diamonds that big,” I said in amazement.
“You want to finish this game, Lollipop?” Trev asked me.
I shook my head. “No. It’s okay. Y’all go ahead.”
I finished studying the images, then went to sit on the sofa to watch them. They were talking now. Not the weird tension from before. I liked watching Trev like this. I liked it even more when his gaze found me. Who was I kidding? I liked all there was about Trev Hughes. I was beginning to understand my mom.
Trev won, and he held his cue stick in the air, grinning at me. He could be such a kid.
“Best two out of three?” Saxon asked.
Trev nodded reluctantly. “Yeah. Okay.”
He set his cue down and walked over to pour some more whiskey in his glass. Just watching him walk was a turn-on. God, I needed to get a grip. Mom and Garrett would return tomorrow. There would be no more fucking all over the house. I had to stop acting like his girlfriend and make this stepsibling thing more believable. For my own self-preservation.
Standing up, I stretched, then picked up my juice and headed for the door.
“Where you going?” Trev asked.
“Letting y’all have male bonding without the stepsister in the way,” I replied with a grin.
Trev frowned. “No, seriously.”
“I think I’m going to the hot tub for a bit, and then I might get a shower. I don’t know yet. I’m not running away. Play your game. Have fun.” I turned and walked out the door before he could say anything more.
The hot tub idea sounded good now that I’d said it.
Deep thoughts were easier had in a massive hot tub with a waterfall view, I decided. Tomorrow, I was going to have a long talk with my mom. If she wanted me to live here, fine. But not forever. As soon as this thing with Trev ended, I was almost positive I’d have to leave. I wasn’t sure I could handle it otherwise. But if I could get a job and save up my money, then I could get my own apartment or some place that Garrett deemed safe. He had to own something I could rent somewhere.
My mom was going to be the wife of a Mafia boss. It was something I had to learn to work around. Deciding to have sex with my future stepbrother wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had, but I couldn’t regret it either. Trev had taught me that there was more to fucking than … well, fucking.
The back door opened, and Trev came walking out alone in swim trunks. They hung on his narrow hips, and the V cut in his lower stomach was one of my favorite places to lick and bite. He had two marks there now to prove it.
“You left me,” he said accusingly as he climbed into the hot tub.
“Where’s Saxon?” I asked.
“Gone. I won two games,” he informed me, sliding over until his body was pressed against mine.
“You didn’t invite him out here?”
Trev slid his hand between my thighs and squeezed. “This is our last night before our parents come back. I wasn’t sharing.”
I laughed. “I’m not leaving tomorrow. As you pointed out, I live here now.”
He groaned and pulled me into his lap. “And moving into my bedroom.”
I shook my head. “No, I am not.”
“I’m a good bed buddy,” he said softly as he tugged my top down, then circled one of my nipples with his tongue.
“Yes,” I breathed. “You are.”
I watched him as he switched from one side to the other.
“Then, say you’ll sleep in my bed at night.”
“What if I like it too much and don’t want to move out?”
Trev looked at me. “Then, you don’t.”
“You’re gonna get bored with me. You say you won’t, but that’s because it’s new.”
He grabbed my waist and moved me over his erection. “We’ve fucked so many times that I’ve lost count. Does that feel bored to you?”
I shook my head.
His teeth bit down hard on my breast, right above my nipple. I grabbed his arms and cried out. Before I could catch my breath, he moved to the other breast and did the same thing.
“God, I love your tits,” he growled.
“You’ve mentioned that before,” I said breathlessly.
“Have I mentioned how much I love your pussy?” he asked, standing me up and sitting me on the edge of the hot tub.
I nodded.
He grabbed my bottoms and pulled them down my legs before tossing them to the side. “You start talking about ending this, and I have to get inside you.” He shoved his trunks down and pushed my legs open, then ran the tip of his cock over my clit and down to the tight entrance.