Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
She dropped her head back against the seat. “Why do I have such bad taste in men?”
I decided it was in my best interest to not touch that question with a ten-foot pole.
Harlee let out a bitter laugh. “I’m surprised you don’t have anything to say to that.”
“Would it make you feel better if I agreed with you?”
I felt the heat of her glare and chose to keep my eyes focused on the road ahead. Silence filled the cab of the truck as I drove to my house. Once I pulled into the driveway, Harlee got out and slammed the door shut, then marched up to the front door. I wasn’t sure if she was mad at me or herself. Either way, I wasn’t very fond of seeing her angry.
“Do you want to tell me why you’re so pissed off?” I asked as I unlocked the front door and she pushed her way in. Once the door shut, she unleashed.
“Why do you do this to me?”
I dropped my keys in the bowl sitting on a small table by the front door. I had made that bowl years ago in elementary school, and my mother had insisted I take it to my new house when I moved in.
Turning to face Harlee, I gave her a confused look. “Do what to you?”
“Drive me insane, Brax. You drive me insane!”
I laughed and made my way over to the bar cart. “I drive you insane? How exactly am I the bad guy all of a sudden? Just because you’re frustrated your date wanted me to join in on his little sex party doesn’t make me the bad guy.”
Her mouth opened, then closed. I looked back down at the bottle in my hand and then poured a shot of whiskey for both of us. I turned and handed her one, and she downed it and handed it back. I filled it again, and she tossed the second back like a pro as well.
She looked up at me sheepishly, and it was the cutest damn thing. “Have you done it before?”
I knew what she was asking but decided to play dumb. “Done what before?”
She huffed and made her way back over to the whiskey to pour another shot. After downing it, she drew in a deep breath. Without looking at me, she said, “Had a threesome.”
“No. Have you?”
Turning, she stared at me for the longest time before she answered. “No.”
“Do you want to have a threesome?” I asked as I sat down in the large leather chair in my living room. My house was an open plan on the first floor, so I had a clear shot of my kitchen and dining room areas. I liked the openness. It made the space feel bigger but also cozy. My mother’s word, not mine.
Harlee bit into her lip as her gaze fell to my mouth once again. My cock twitched in my pants, and I had to remind myself that this was Harlee. My sister’s best friend. Yes, she was beautiful, and if she was anyone else I’d probably already have her in my bed. But she wasn’t anyone else. She was…Harlee. And that seemed to be the only thing that mattered.
She slowly shook her head. “No, I don’t. Do you want to…um…have one?”
I smirked. “I’m not much for sharing. And if you were mine, there’s no way in hell another man would so much as look at you that way, let alone touch you.”
Her eyes slowly lifted to meet mine. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol relaxing her, but something had changed. The air in the room suddenly felt like it was charged, and no matter how much I tried to ignore it, the more she looked at me, the more I wanted to bite that lower lip of hers.
Harlee swallowed hard. “If I was yours, what would you do with me?”
So, you want to play this game, huh? Okay, Harlee. Let’s see how far you’re willing to take it.
I slowly smiled as I thought of all the ways I would explore Harlee’s body. I’d take my time and learn what made her gasp, what made her sigh with pleasure. I’d find out what she liked and didn’t like. What made her shy and what made her beg for more.
“That’s a dangerous question, Harlee. Are you sure you want to play this game?”
She raised a single brow and gave me a challenging look. “Are you afraid to answer it?”
I laughed. “No.”
“Then answer.”
I sat back in the chair and finished off my drink before I moved my gaze slowly up her body until our eyes met. She seemed to be fidgeting under my perusal, and I liked that I had that effect on her.
I slowly wet my lips with my tongue. “I’d get you naked, lay you on my bed, then explore your body with my hands at first…then my tongue.”