Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“There is nothing you could teach Briar,” Storm interrupted her.
He pressed his hand to my back and led me out of the kitchen. I didn’t argue with him. I needed away from her. If she started crying, I might punch her in the face. He kept walking until we reached the stairs, and then he nodded his head for me to go first.
“The bedroom,” he said once we were at the top.
I wasn’t sure sex was what I needed at the moment. Especially with company in the house, but I went to his room and stepped inside. Perhaps he wanted to discuss what he’d walked in on. I hadn’t handled anything maturely. I’d stooped to Lula Mae’s childish level, and I was mad at myself for doing it.
Storm closed the door, then took my hand and pulled me over to the bed. He sat down, then tugged me onto his lap.
I looked at him and sighed. “That got a little out of hand.”
“I didn’t know you had dyslexia.”
I shrugged. “And I didn’t know Lula Mae expected you to marry her one day.”
He scowled. “What the fuck? Did she say that?”
“Nailyah told me.” There, tell me your sister is a liar.
He let out a frustrated groan. “I thought that shit had stopped years ago. Yes, once upon a time, our parents and Lula Mae thought we’d marry when we grew up. But what our parents didn’t know was, I only liked her because she sucked my dick. I was never planning on marrying her. Nailyah needs to shut her mouth.”
She had sucked his dick. I really wished I’d punched her now. I knew it was ridiculous to care, but I did.
“She must give great head,” I snapped.
“I was fifteen. Any head was great head,” he said, cupping my face with one of his hands. “I don’t want to talk about her or what we did when we were kids. I want to talk about you. Why didn’t you ever tell me about your dyslexia?”
“It never came up.”
His brows drew together. “It should have.”
“Why?”
“Because I can get you help for that.”
I laughed. “You can’t fix dyslexia, and I do manage pretty good most of the time. It’s not terrible.”
“I can get you a specialist to help you read. There has got to be some fucking app that will help you too. You shouldn’t have to struggle with something like a recipe.”
“I do not need a specialist, but I never thought about an app. I’ll look into that.”
Storm’s eyes dropped to my mouth. “Why are you so stubborn about letting me take care of you?”
“To hear Lula Mae tell it, I am mooching off you and taking away your solitude,” I replied dryly.
His eyes shot back up to mine. “She’s clearly not the nice girl I remember anymore. Ignore her. You know I want you here.”
I bit down on my bottom lip for a moment, then scrunched my nose. “When is she going back to Louisiana?”
His hand slid up my shirt. “Keep that jealous shit up. It makes me hard.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tell her. She’ll offer to suck your dick.”
His hand covered one of my boobs. “Only one set of lips I want to see wrapped around my cock, and it sure as fuck isn’t hers.”
The need to stake my claim or erase away any memories he had of her giving him blow jobs was starting to get to me. I moved off his lap and went down to my knees in front of him.
His eyes darkened as he watched me. When I reached for his belt, he smirked. “Does my jealous girl want to suck my cock?”
I lifted my eyes to his. “I don’t like that her mouth was here.”
He licked his bottom lip as I unsnapped his jeans, then lifted his hips and shoved down his jeans, along with his boxers, freeing his erection. “I don’t like anyone upsetting you, but, damn, it’s fucking hot when you’re jealous.”
I smiled, reaching for his thick, hard length, and closed my fingers around him before I began to slowly move it up and down. Leaning forward, I licked the bar that pierced his head.
“Take off your shirt,” he said hoarsely.
I sat back on my heels and did as I had been told.
“Bra too.”
Unsnapping it, I let it fall down my arms, then dropped it beside me.
“That’s better. Don’t swallow all my cum. I want to see some of it run down your face and neck, then over your tits,” he said.
I bit my bottom lip hard to keep from moaning as his words caused that needy ache between my legs.
“Now, you can wrap those pretty lips around me.”
Taking him in my hand again, I leaned forward and licked the top one more time before sinking my mouth down onto him and going until the head hit the back of my throat. I would never be able to take it all.