Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“I guess the real question is, do you want me, a newly single man, to be there by myself when you could be there with me?” He challenged.
I stood up and did my own bit of stalking, not stopping until I was inches away from his face.
“My sister’s twenty-five going on eighteen. She doesn’t know when to stop. She gets a wild hair up her ass to dye her hair, then she goes and dyes it fuckin’ tie dye,” I growled. “Do you really want to know what’ll happen with her at a biker party? She’ll fuck Casten, then wind up pregnant, and I’ll be babysitting every night because my sister’s still in nursing school.”
Mig laughed in my face.
“Honey,” he laughed. “Your sister’s a grown adult. You don’t need to keep poking your nose in her business. If she wants to get pregnant by Casten, then let her.”
“There will be no getting pregnant with me. Your sister would have to be drop dead gorgeous and I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole. I’ve sworn off women for the next six months,” Casten growled, stalking into the room.
He stopped at the table, picked up his phone, and then stalked right back out.
I grinned at Mig.
“I’ll be there. So will Tasha,” I said. “You better be ready for Tornado Tasha, because she devours everything in her path.” I hesitated. “And Casten is exactly what she doesn’t need, but everything she wants.”
“You call your sister Tornado Tasha?” Mig asked.
I smiled at him before backing away. “Yes, I do, my little Thunder Cloud.”
He glared. I laughed. He grabbed.
And things digressed from there.
Mostly in the form of Mig leaning me over the side of the table, and then letting his mouth travel down my belly.
I moaned when his lips found the exposed skin of my belly, where my shirt had ridden up.
“I like you in leggings,” he growled, nipping at my belly.
I giggled, pulling my legs up to wrap around his waist.
He came closer willingly, but he shoved my shirt up in the process exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze.
“Knew you weren’t wearing a bra,” he growled. “It’s a good thing Casten refused to get a massage. I don’t like thinking about you pressing your breasts on my brother.”
I laughed breathlessly, but it was quickly choked off when his mouth closed over one nipple.
Then his hands started to move.
One went down South, while the other went to my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple in between his fingers.
My back bowed when his fingers slipped underneath the elastic waist of my leggings, moving right past my panties straight into the depths of my pussy.
Mig switched to the other nipple as he slowly worked one thick finger inside me, pulling it out to rub the wetness he’d drawn from my channel over the small bundle of nerves.
My eyes crossed, and I grabbed onto the first thing I could reach, which happened to be Mig’s ears.
He didn’t seem to mind, though.
Instead, he growled louder as I started to pant.
I’d never particularly liked being fingered.
I hadn’t understood that it was more than just fumbling hands, which was all that Ross seemed capable of.
Mig, though, did everything with complete and utter focus.
He watched me, felt how my body responded to his touches.
And he knew just when to go slow, or when to speed up.
When to add more fingers inside me.
He paid attention. He knew what I wanted just by reading my reactions.
And both of us were so focused on each other and on what we were doing that neither of us noticed when the office door opened and my sister walked in.
“My God,” Tasha exclaimed loudly. “Can I film this?”
I hastily ripped my shirt down over my chest, concealing my breasts.
Mig growled, shielding me with his body as I repositioned my clothes.
Only when I was completely covered, did he sit up.
And neither my sister nor I missed the huge erection that filled out the front of his jeans.
“You must be Tornado Tasha,” Mig said.
Well, more like growled, but I wasn’t going to get into semantics.
“Seriously, Annie? Why do you have to tell everyone that?” She asked, walking into the room like she didn’t just catch me on the verge of having sex with a hot and sexy man.
I smiled at her, nearly spontaneously orgasming when Mig brought his fingers to his lips while my sister had her back turned and licked my juices off his fingers.
My mouth dropped open.
He grinned.
Then he was gone, leaving me with a smirking Tasha.
“So…you have something to tell me?”
Chapter 13
I don’t have a bucket list. However, my fuck-it list is novel length.
-Mig to Annie
Mig
“Do you think when a mattress is on top of a car, it’s a prostitute making house calls?” Annie asked her sister.
My head turned, and a laugh bubbled up my throat.