Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Rumor?” he said as he walked into the room. My gaze swung from the mirror to him standing just inside the doorframe. “You good?”
The grocery list. I’d forgotten he’d said that.
I smiled and nodded. “I’m fine,” I replied, then turned to pick up my purse.
“Damn, you sure are filling out a pair of shorts real nice. I like your ass with that bubble to it.”
I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. “Are you saying my butt is getting fat?”
King walked over to me, and I took one step back, not sure I trusted myself to get close again and not bury my nose in his shirt.
“I’m saying, I like you eating properly. Your body is always sexy as fuck, sweets. But with the new curves, it’s damn near poetic.”
“Poetic?” I asked.
His hand slid over my hip. “The kind of dips and swells that inspire the greatest of poetry.” Then, he squeezed the undeniable extra plump that had been added to my bottom, thanks to Maeme’s cooking. “I’d kill whoever you asked me to if I could watch this sweet ass bounce while I was spanking it.”
Oh good Lord. I took a deep, steadying breath. Stay focused.
We needed to go to Maeme’s. He had things to do. Later, while alone, I’d live that little fantasy out in my head while getting some relief.
“We should go,” I blurted out.
“I’d kiss it real nice,” King said in a husky whisper, pulling me up against him. “But I’d bite it first. Make you scream out. Then, I’d lick it.”
I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep gulp of oxygen. “Stop!” I demanded in a strangled voice.
King let out a low groan before dropping his hand and stepping back. He looked at me through hooded lids, and the hunger flashing in his blue eyes made me tremble. With a lift of his hands, he moved farther away from me.
“I’ll wait out in the truck,” he said in a raspy voice before leaving me there alone. With my own racing heart and an ache between my legs.
• two •
I wasn’t sure if the fact that I was mesmerized by him in this moment meant I was mentally unstable or if it was an unavoidable occurrence.
Rumor
Inside the truck, King was quiet, and I spent the short drive to Maeme’s house trying to think of something to say. When he pulled up beside the expensive-looking sports car parked outside, his jaw clenched, and I watched him, unsure if I should be concerned. I glanced around the yard, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.
King swung the door open to his truck with a hard push, then stepped out. He was angry about something, but I didn’t think I was the cause of it. By the time I climbed out of the truck, King was in front of me. I stared up at him, trying to figure out what had upset him.
“Don’t let Sebastian touch you,” King said, crowding me back against the passenger door.
“What?” I asked, confused.
King lowered his head as his eyes held mine. “Don’t let him touch you. Keep your distance.”
I glanced over at the car. It didn’t look like one of the cars I’d seen in Sebastian’s garage, but I assumed it must be his. “Sebastian is my friend,” I said, finally looking back at him.
King’s hand shot out, and he grabbed my chin. “Don’t test me, Rumor.”
I wasn’t sure if the fact that I was mesmerized by him in this moment meant I was mentally unstable or if it was an unavoidable occurrence.
“Fine,” I breathed. “I won’t let him touch me.”
King studied me hard, as if trying to read my thoughts and make sure I meant what I had said before releasing me. “Good girl.”
And there were those two words that, when used by King, made me want to melt at his feet. Words I wasn’t familiar with. Praise was something I had never experienced in my life. Clearly, I craved it. When King did it, every nerve ending in my body felt as if they had been given a jolt of pleasure.
He straightened, then put his hand possessively on my back. I let him lead me to the house and even open the door for me to go inside. The way he seemed to be strung up tight still was odd. It wasn’t as if my being around Sebastian had bothered him like this before.
Voices carried through the house from the dining room. The sound of female laughter that was not Maeme’s surprised me. I felt King’s hand flinch where he was touching me.
Before I could ask who was here, a tall, willowy blonde stepped into the hallway. Her eyes barely grazed me, but they lit up like fireworks when she locked them on King. The wide, perfectly straight white smile that appeared on her face made my stomach feel sick.