Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
While I tried to suck in some air, King pulled his hand out from under my shorts and moved it back to my waist. “Let’s go get you a drink. There’s food too. You hungry?”
I stared up at him. Was he serious? My entire body felt flushed, and I was panting, yet he seemed as if he hadn’t just had his hand inside my panties.
“What?” I asked when his eyes met mine.
He grinned and then stuck a finger inside his mouth and sucked. I stared at him, gaping. Was that the one he’d touched me with?
“That’s even better than I imagined,” he said in a husky tone, then tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear with his damp finger. “What do you want to drink?”
“Moira is fucking Wells in the hot tub,” Thatcher announced as he walked into the room.
King didn’t even glance his way. He nodded his head toward the bar, then pressed his palm to my back to lead me over to it so I could get a drink.
“I bet he’s not spanking her ass the way she likes,” Storm called out as he moved the girl in his lap to straddle him.
I jerked my eyes off them, wishing I hadn’t looked over there again. She was topless now, and I wasn’t sure if they were going to have sex right there in front of everyone. Surely not.
“Tell me what you want to drink, sweets,” King said to me.
I shook my head. I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure I could drink. His hand covered mine, and he walked me around to the other side of the bar, then came up behind me, placing both his hands on either side of me, caging me in.
“They’ve all been drinking. Three of our horses won today. Everyone is celebrating,” he said as he bent down and pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder. “They’re gonna fuck, sweets. It’s what they do. They will do it so everyone can see. Tell me what you want to drink, and I’ll take you upstairs so you don’t have to watch.”
Was he going to leave me there? Then what? Come back down here and join the orgy or whatever this was about to become?
“Vodka soda,” I whispered, deciding I needed something stronger if I was going to survive this.
He dropped his arms and moved away from my back. I immediately missed his warmth, but I didn’t want to think about that too deeply. I had too many other thoughts going through my head. Like the fact that he’d touched me and sucked his finger.
I placed a hand on my cheek, and it was warm. I was warm. Everything was warm.
“Here you go, sweets,” he said, placing a drink in my hand.
My fingers wrapped around the cold glass, and I was tempted to press it against my flushed face. Just to cool off.
King’s hand was on my back again. “Time to leave unless you want to watch the show.”
I started walking as he nudged me on. My eyes locked with Thatcher’s, and he smirked, then closed his eyes and stretched his neck. It was then that I realized a woman was on her knees in front of him. Holy crap. I jerked my gaze back to the door and kept it focused on the exit. Getting out of here.
When we were out of the sex den, I stopped walking. “I want to go back to the cottage. I don’t want to be left alone upstairs.” Why had he brought me to this? Clearly, he’d known this was what would happen.
“I’m not leaving you alone upstairs,” King replied and turned me the opposite way from where we had entered.
I continued on, but I wanted clarification. “Are you not coming back down here…for the celebrating?”
“No.”
We reached a set of stairs, and I turned around fully to stare up at him. “Why don’t you just take me back to the house and leave me?”
His gaze ran over my face as if he was trying to memorize it. “Because you had a shock tonight and I’m not leaving you alone. You’ll be scared. You won’t get any rest.”
This was all very true. Being alone at the house probably was going to be hard to do now. After all I’d found out and the gunfire.
I nodded.
“Can we go upstairs now?” he asked me with a crooked grin on his gorgeous face.
I sighed and headed up the stairs. This was all getting more confusing and messed up, the longer I stayed. My life no longer made sense. Nothing did. I was developing feelings for a man, and I had no business doing that. I had no future. Not really. At least not anymore.
At the top of the stairs, I stopped, and King pointed toward the door to the right. “That’s my room.”