Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
I shake my head. “Nah, it hasn’t. He said it was a one-time thing so . . .”
Briella looks to Karen, and then two of them roll their eyes. Merleigh gives a slight grin.
“I saw the way he looked at you that night when you ran out to see Dax. You two looked like you were going to rip each other’s clothes off right there and then,” Briella points out.
“She has a point.” Merleigh nods. “The tension between you two is huge.”
I shrug. “Maybe, but my heart isn’t the one he wants.”
Briella’s cheeks go a little red, and she exhales. “I’m sorry. I feel like I’m the reason you two aren’t getting closer and you should be . . .”
“You’re not at fault,” I say to her, waving a hand. “Mykel has feelings for you, and that isn’t anyone’s fault.”
“Wait, he’s in love with you?” Merleigh asks, her eyes wide. “What have I missed?”
So, I fill her in on that, too.
“I feel horrible about it.” Briella frowns.
“Do not,” I say, before taking another shot. “People can’t help who they love.”
I say that, but deep down, right into the depths of my heart, it hurts. It hurts a lot more than I’m willing to admit, because I think I care a whole lot more about Mykel than I’m accepting right now. It makes me feel stupid, if anything, because he’s made it clear he doesn’t feel the same about me, and yet I’m still here wondering if there’s ever going to be any more between us than what we’ve got right now.
If only I could break down that wall he has built up so high, I might just be able to figure him out.
He won’t let it down, though.
Not right now.
Not yet.
But maybe one day.
Maybe.
I’M DRUNK.
So damned drunk.
Do I care? Oh, absolutely not.
It feels amazing, and freeing, and I want to spend forever not feeling the horrid feelings I’ve had over the last few days. I just want to feel like this forever and everything will be fine.
Briella and the girls went home after we all drank way too much, ate way too much, and danced out little hearts out. It was exactly what I needed to feel good, and it worked. I feel as though a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, like maybe things aren’t going to be so bad after all.
I trust the club.
I trust the girls.
I trust Mykel.
I just have to get through this one final deception and I’ll be free to do what I need to do.
I’m sitting on the patio after my shower, staring at the sky, watching the stars twinkle, when Mykel comes home. He walks up the back stairs, takes one look at me, and stops. For a moment, his eyes just move over me, slowly, as if he’s taking in every inch of my body. Then he smiles wryly and says, “Been drinkin’ a bit, have we?”
He smiled at me.
He smiled.
My heart swells and I forget everything that has happened up until this point.
Confidence soars in my chest and I stand without thought. I walk over to him, and before he can even think about it, I go up onto my tiptoes and I kiss him. I press my lips right against his and curl my fingers into his hair. It takes him a moment to respond, but when he does, oh, he makes my knees weak. He kisses me back, with the same ferocity that I’m kissing him.
I tug at his hair, deepening the kiss until we’re both frantic, both desperate, both panting.
Right there on the patio, he lifts me so my legs are around his waist, then he pushes my back against the railing and I’m not even afraid. I trust that he won’t let me fall, that he’ll hang onto me until I’m safely on the ground again.
Our kiss quickly becomes one of pure passion, and I want nothing more than to let him sink his cock inside me, right here, right now, but at the same time I want to take it slow. I want to feel his body, feel his mouth against mine, feel everything he has to offer before I come out of this drunken haze and things go back to the way they were before.
“Put your mouth on me,” I murmur, tearing my lips away from his.
“Where?” he growls.
“My pussy.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” His voice is husky and aroused.
He lets me go, and the minute my feet hit the timber patio, he is on his knees in front of me, tearing my jeans down my legs until I’m fumbling out of them. He tosses them to the side, and makes light work of my panties, tearing them off as if they’re nothing more than a brittle piece of string. Then, without warning, he does exactly what I asked.