Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
I wrap my arms around him. “Thank you, Dad. Really.”
He pats my back and when we break free, I catch a glimpse of Kayden standing by the door, patiently waiting with a hand in his pocket.
And his eyes soften upon clashing with mine.
The eyes that were so dead the first time I saw him. The eyes that are indifferent, polite, or downright dismissive when talking with others only soften for me.
Dad smiles at me before he leaves.
I all but throw myself at Kayden when he walks in, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing myself into him so suddenly, he grabs my waist to steady us.
God, I feel so complete when I touch him.
When he’s gone, I lose the part of myself that’s anchored by him. The air feels thinner without the feel of his skin against mine, and the quiet I usually enjoy with him is deafening without him.
Now that I’m all over him, I can breathe properly.
“I assume that was a good talk.” He strokes my dimples, smiling softly. “You look like you’ll burst.”
“Dad likes you. I mean, not fully, but he’s getting there.”
“And that makes you happy.”
It’s not a question, but I nod. “You know how much his approval means to me.”
“I do. And now, I’m starting to think you’re only with me for your little daddy issues.”
I mock gasp. “Oh my, you figured me out? Whatever am I going to do now?”
He laughs, the sound like music to my ears. Honestly, he’s so serious outside, I feel like the chosen one for making him laugh.
I swear to God, Jethro and Simone gawk every time he does.
“As long as I’m not your daddy, we’re good.” He raises a brow. “Unless you’re into that?”
“Nah, not my thing. I like baby better.” I brush my lips against his jaw, licking and biting slightly. “You smell so good and look so hot, baby.”
He groans, his hand sliding from my waist to my ass, squeezing the marks he left there last night. “You better stop that, or your family’s going to get a front-row seat to me bending you over this balcony and fucking you right here, right now.”
I moan, growing hard as the pain ignites the pleasure and rushes throughout my skin. “Mmm, don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re driving me insane.” He squeezes my ass, pressing me against him. “Your grandpa will have a stroke.”
I can feel the contours of his cock through the clothes, and it makes my mouth water and my own dick harden. “He’ll live.”
“Not for long. I assure you.” He grunts and pushes me away, grabbing my waist again, then says in an austere voice, “Stop. Rein it in until I have you all to myself.”
I release a whine but don’t try to seduce him again. He really can make me fold with those firm orders of his.
“Speaking of having me all to yourself,” I muse, sniffing him. His scent kinda calms me. Better than the sight of blood—weird, I know. “What do you think about having a threesome? Like sharing me with another guy or girl?”
Something curious happens then. Something that literally sets the butterflies ablaze in my stomach.
Because not only does Kayden stiffen, but his eyes darken like I’ve never seen before, lighting up, becoming frightening, even.
His hand tightens around my waist, the pads digging into my muscles as he speaks in that firm, nonnegotiable tone. “Listen to me, Gareth, I don’t know where that came from, but I will not be sharing you with anyone. Are we fucking clear?”
“I’m just asking. No need to look murderous.”
“Would you be open to sharing me with someone else?”
I grab his throat. “No way in fuck. I’d kill them, you know I would.”
“Then you know exactly how I feel.” He pulls my hand from his throat, frowning. “What made you think that anyway? You can barely walk after I’m done with you, so I like to think you’re thoroughly satisfied.”
“Damn straight I am. I definitely don’t want a threesome.”
“There’s a reason you brought that up.” He strokes my cheek again. “Tell me.”
“It’s not important.”
“I’ll be the judge. Talk to me, Gareth.”
“It’s just Simone said you often shared Cassandra and had an open marriage, so I wanted to see if you felt the same about me.”
“I told you, I never loved her, so I went along with what she wanted. But with you, I get downright murderous at the thought of someone else touching you. It makes me fucking unhinged. I don’t even like thinking about all the girls who had you before me.”
“Because you love me and are possessive of me and can’t live without me?”
“Correct on all accounts.” His lips brush against my forehead, and it’s my favorite kiss. It’s like he’s worshipping me every time he does it. “So don’t bring up this subject again.”