Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Not to mention his boat. I saw it down at the dock but didn’t check it out because I was focused on Autumn, but I’m looking forward to going fishing with Duke sometime, if his offer was genuine.
We end the tour in the kitchen, where Trevor is getting a beer from the refrigerator. “Anyone else want another? Garrett?” he asks. When I hesitate for a beat, Trevor says, “Duke, I invited Garrett to sleep here tonight.”
“Okay,” Duke says.
“So you don’t have to worry about driving, Garrett. You can have as many as you want.” Trevor waves a bottle at me.
I take the beer, but I don’t intend to get drunk. Any time I have with Autumn — time outside of the office — is limited and special, and I don’t want to get wasted and not be able to enjoy it to the fullest.
“Would you like one, Autumn?” Trevor asks.
She shakes her head, golden strands of hair sliding over her shoulder. “I’ll just have a drink of someone’s. I just want a sip.”
When I hand her my bottle and her lips go around the top, my cock gets jealous. Hard to believe it was only yesterday that her pretty pink lips were wrapped around my dick. So much has happened since then, but the memory of last night has never been far from mind.
“Thanks,” she says, handing the bottle back.
“We can share it. Tell me when you want more.”
The grin she gives me makes something burn deep inside my chest. It’s not just about the physical with her. I could really care about her — I do care about her, but unfortunately, that’s not what any of this is about.
“Want a taste of mine?” Trevor asks, holding his bottle out to her. When she goes in for a sip, he bends to bring his mouth where the bottle had been and steals a kiss. Even though he’d taken her by surprise, she immediately responds, kissing him back, her hand finding his face, her body moving in closer to his.
Duke watches them — we both do — but it doesn’t go on for long. When they pull apart, Trevor says, “Wasn’t that better than beer?”
“It’s always a competition with you, isn’t it?” Autumn says, teasing him.
“Not always.” Trevor sets the bottle on the counter behind him and scoops Autumn up in his arms, again taking her by surprise, eliciting the sweet sounds of her laughter as he carries her out of the kitchen.
“Not exactly subtle, is he?” Duke says, chuckling. When I don’t respond, because a response isn’t needed, he continues. “You can stay here any night you want. I wasn’t trying to steal your girl out from under you.”
“She’s not my girl.” And she’s not under me, I think, though I have fantasized about it many times.
He gives me a long look, but doesn’t say anything else before he leaves the kitchen in the same direction Trevor has gone.
29
Adrian
Autumn’s laughter enters the room before she and Trevor do, and it sounds so unusual — and so nice — in this house. We’ve had women sleep over on rare occasions, but it’s been a long time, and I don’t remember any of them lighting the place up like she’s done in the short time since she arrived.
And she’s not even at her best. She’s had a traumatic day, and she’s worn out, but she’s still a pleasure to be around, and a welcome presence in this giant man cave.
Trevor is carrying her like she’s a new bride. He plops down on the couch right next to me, Autumn’s feet falling across my lap as he sits. “Hey,” he says in greeting.
“Hey.”
She’s still laughing and squirming in his arms, and I realize it’s because he’s tickling her. “Time for payback!” she says, keeping her elbows tight to her sides to try to block him while she launches an attack of her own.
The tickle war goes on for less than a minute before Trevor ends it by pulling Autumn into a kiss. A small needy sound comes from her throat as she kisses him back, and I’m instantly reminded of how she came on my hand late last night when we were under the covers together.
This woman is really something special.
Duke comes into the room, followed by Garrett, who looks uneasy.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I tell him, nodding toward the two recliners as Duke takes a seat in one of them.
Trevor whispers something to Autumn, who glances over before coming at me with wiggling fingers. It’s great to see her smiling and laughing after all of her pain today.
Before she manages to actually tickle me, I capture her hands in mine, kissing each of her fingers as I fold them closed. Then, my eyes on hers, I bite her knuckles, while at the same time licking the skin there, getting myself worked up with just one small taste of her.