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)
I guessed he understood my aggravation more than the other two. Although he had to share Rumor with the baby. Yeah, I wasn’t doing that anytime soon. Briar was mine. I didn’t like the idea of her belonging to anyone else too. Just mine.
“Why do you still have the cameras on her?” Wells asked, turning in the passenger seat to look back at me.
The amused gleam in his eye annoyed me. But then I was easily pissed off at the moment.
“Because,” I snapped.
It wasn’t his business. It wasn’t anyone’s business, and the fact that they all knew my personal shit was a pain in my ass. I preferred to keep this to myself. Not have them talk about it like a bunch of women.
“Does she know?” Wells kept on.
I clenched my jaw. This shit wasn’t his business but it was somehow fucking common knowledge. Even Lula Mae had overheard it and used it to make Briar doubt me. All my girl had cared about was why Lula Mae had known about the cameras and surveillance. I hadn’t been aware the bitch had been creeping around me and trying to find ways to send Briar running. Now her ass was back in New Orleans with her parents. Stellan had been unhappy about having to deal with Lula Mae’s angry father. However, I’d told Thaddeus why Briar had pulled a gun on his daughter and he seemed to understand and said he’d keep her away from here.
The camera thing Briar seemed to be okay with, but I wasn’t sure she knew I had several in the bedroom. Especially the one that was directly over her in the vent and the one inside the lamp on the table beside her. That way, I could see her from all angles.
“Let it go,” Sebastian told him when I had said nothing.
Wells smirked and turned back around. “Fine. It’s just that I never pegged Storm as a stalker.”
Yeah, well, me fucking neither. Not until Briar at least. With her, I did shit I’d never imagined I’d do. Even now that she knew what all I’d done and loved me enough to stay with me, I still found myself behaving in a way that was far from the sanity line. I probably shouldn’t have hunted down and snapped the UPS man’s leg in two places for flirting with her the other day. But he’d told her she had incredible eyes and kept smiling at her like he wanted to touch what was mine. She didn’t know I’d listened to it and seen it all through my camera. She would be angry if she knew I’d tracked the fucker down and broken his leg.
My phone dinged, and I pulled it back out of my pocket, wondering who the hell was texting me at two in the morning. Briar’s name lit up the screen, and I quickly slid my finger over the text to open it.
Can you see me?
I stared at the text for a minute and debated on the outcome here. I could tell her the truth, and she might make me take it down. But I could always replace it, and she’d never know. At least that way, I wouldn’t have lied.
Yes, if I look at my camera.
I should have waited until I was with her to admit that.
Can anyone else see me?
Fuck no.
When nothing else came back from her, I changed my screen back to the camera over the bed. Briar’s naked body was on top of the covers, her hair splayed over the pillow like dark red flames, and her legs were bent at the knees and spread.
Holy fuck, what was she doing?
I turned my body so there was no way Sebastian could glance over and see this. The guy was like my brother. I didn’t want to have to kill him.
Briar cupped her tits, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from groaning. I zoomed in closer as her hands slid down her stomach, and she grabbed her legs, then pulled them open further. I realized I wasn’t fucking breathing and sucked in air through my nose, completely captivated with her every move. She moved one hand over to her pussy and spread the lips open. I zoomed in more, my breathing getting heavy as she slid her pretty pink-tipped nail down, then sank it into her cunt.
“Fuck,” I hissed, shifting in my seat. My damn cock was pressing against my jeans so hard that it was going to have the imprint of my zipper on it.
“What the hell are you watching?” Sebastian asked.
I tensed, pulling the phone closer to me even though there was no way he could see it from where he was sitting. I wished I could turn the fucking sound on, but not with an audience. No one but me was gonna hear my girl get off.