Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
“Fuck yeah. In that case, I’m coming,” Austin declares.
“Oh, hell no,” Aspen shrieks, leaning around Becs to glare at her brother. “We talked about this. You’re not fucking Becs on the dancefloor.”
Wait. What? Clearly I missed something.
“Is that a challenge, little sister?”
“Fuck, no,” I say, more than happy to step in on this particular sibling rivalry. “No one is fucking anybody on my dancefloor. I don’t want any of my cleaning crew having to scrape your cum off the fucking floor.”
“Oh please,” Becs says, her lips lifting into a wicked grin as the three of them finally barrel out of the booth. “I’d never be so reckless as to let it drip all over the floor. I plan on swallowing every last drop.”
Aspen pretends to gag as Becs howls with laughter, and before I know it, the three of them are gone, taking a bunch of the rowdy assholes from college along with them, and it doesn’t go unnoticed that all of their attention is on Aspen.
Dropping down into the booth, I become mesmerized by the way she moves, and when she watches me right back, the electricity pulsing between us is stronger than it’s ever been. She puts on a show, just like she said she wanted, rolling her body and drawing me in with every move she makes. But I’m not the only one who notices her.
One of Austin’s old college friends, Carter Starby, moves in behind her as she shakes her ass, and when his hand circles her waist and he pulls her in, I see red. Anger pulses through my veins. How dare he touch what’s mine. I never fucking liked that asshole.
Aspen laughs it off, trying to push him away, but he doesn’t take the hint and grinds against her ass. She shoves at him again, and he holds her tighter, his hands snaking up toward her full tits when she starts looking around, desperate for help. She searches for Austin, panic flashing in her eyes, but he’s too fucking occupied with his tongue down Becs’ throat. By the time that familiar gaze flicks to me, I’m already halfway across the club.
Relief shines in her eyes, and before the fucker can get his hands any higher, Aspen is behind me with my fist flying right into his fucking jaw. Carter stumbles back, too fucking shocked to know what hit him, and as he finally rights himself and tries to fight back, my security team intervenes, dragging his ass out of here. Austin doesn’t even notice.
“Holy fuck,” Aspen breathes, clinging on to my arm. “Are you okay?”
“Am I okay?” I scoff. Is this girl for real? She was the one getting felt up by some asshole who I’m sure would have assaulted her further if he had the chance. The fury of the whole situation burns through my veins, and instead of responding to her question, I press against her back. “Walk.”
She doesn’t hesitate to move her ass across the dancefloor and back toward our booth, only before she can step into it and take a seat, I keep her moving, directing her to the employee-only section of the club. We walk for what seems like forever, every step only working me up further. We weave through the maze of hallways until we finally reach my office, but before I get a chance to reach for the door, I fucking snap, grabbing her and shoving her up against the door of my office.
“Fucking hell, Birdy. Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me out there?”
“You think I don’t?” she questions, pushing her ass back against me, feeling just how desperate I am for her. “I’ve been wet for you since the second you walked in.”
I groan, finally bringing my lips down on her neck. I need to stop. I can’t do this here, and with her . . . fuck. We have rules for a reason. This is only supposed to happen at Vixen, but the thought of Carter’s hands on her body, of touching everything I want and crave. It drives me crazy.
“Aspen,” I groan, desperation pounding through my veins. “Tell me to stop.”
“I can’t do that,” she pants. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me.”
Aspen reaches down, trying to bunch up her skirt, but with her body shoved so tight against the wall, she can barely move, but I’m not bound by those same restrictions, and within seconds, my hands are at my belt, hastily freeing myself from the confines of my pants.
Aspen reaches behind, gripping my cock in the palm of her hand and quickly working me, her thumb looping over my tip and lingering on my piercing, something I’ve noticed she tends to do quite a bit, but there’s no objection here. I fucking love it.