Total pages in book: 200
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Feeling boneless and drowsy, I slumped forward while making sure to keep most of my weight off Braxton. I crushed her hopes of getting off. I didn’t want to destroy her bones too.
Under the guise of catching my breath and making sure my legs could hold me up, I stood up straight. Only when I found the courage to meet her gaze did I turn Braxton around to face me.
“You know you do amazing things to a girl’s self-esteem.”
I huffed out a laugh even as I felt my cheeks warm. By my count, she’d given me three orgasms, and I’d given her…one.
Shit.
“Sorry,” I whispered as I pulled her close. “It’s been a while.” I’d been too busy hunting my demons to worry about getting laid.
Do it, my conscience urged me. Now was the perfect time to tell her about Emily.
Then again, maybe not.
My dick had been inside her less than a minute ago. Learning that you screwed a married man is not something a girl wants to hear right after sex. It was too late for there to ever be a right time, but there couldn’t have been a worse moment than now.
I kept my mouth shut by kissing her.
Placing my booted foot between her legs, I kicked her feet apart. I then dropped to my haunches, where I gripped her hips and attacked her clit with my tongue.
As soon as I added my fingers to the mix, she came apart in my arms.
It didn’t come close to the sordid things I wanted to do to her, but until we had a shower, a bed, and some privacy, it would have to suffice.
In case anyone was wondering…no.
I have no idea what I’m doing.
Being around them, I seemed to have developed this habit where I say one thing and do another. I was more than fine with the sex, but I was starting to think that it wouldn’t be enough. Why did I insist on spending the day with them? Why had I taken Rich’s hand? Why was I already plotting how to get Loren alone and Houston on board?
I didn’t understand any of it.
My body was winning this internal war while my heart was staging a coup and my brain was screaming that I was a fool.
We hit up Ripley’s Believe It or Not and then the Reunion Tower, an observation deck almost six hundred feet in the air. Unfortunately, Houston and Loren’s bad mood had cast a permanent cloud over our outing. Loren had broken his promise and was back to pretending I didn’t exist while Houston ramped up the dark looks that promised I’d regret crossing him. He intimidated me more than I let on, but as long as I didn’t turn into a doormat for Houston to wipe his feet on, I was fine pretending.
After the tower, Rich suggested that we find somewhere to eat, to which Loren claimed to have lost his appetite. By then, my guilt had dissipated entirely, and I was done with his bratty behavior. Letting go of Rich’s hand for the first time since we emerged from that tunnel hours ago, I used both of them now to press against Loren’s chest. It was hard and warm beneath my hands, but that was no longer relevant. I shoved Bound’s bassist backward right there on the crowded sidewalk.
He blinked those onyx eyes at me in surprise before steeling his gaze and pushing up on me. I was eight inches shorter and maybe a hundred pounds lighter, but that wouldn’t keep me from standing up to him. I was the first to speak since I started this in the first place. This was my show.
“Stop pouting.”
Loren never looked so offended in his life. “Come again?”
“None of you are entitled to me. I decide who gets me when I want to be had. You want something from me? Convince me you’re worth the time. Otherwise, suck it up. You might be used to getting your way, but I’m your new reality.”
He bared his teeth in a smile that was condescending and more condescending. “That’s big talk for someone who won’t be able to back it up. Make no mistake, Braxton, I’ll get you. You just better hope I don’t toss you back after I’m bored.”
I felt the words parting my lips. Loren wiped them away by yanking me into him and kissing me with everything he felt but was too much of a coward to say.
It was hard, passionate, raw, and messy—the culmination of everything Loren and I would be together if we ever gave in.
“Let’s get something straight,” he whispered darkly against my lips. “I’m the only one who had the balls to admit wanting you. Houston still denies you because you’ll always come second to Bound, and Rich…you might want to open your eyes, baby. He’ll never belong to you.”