Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Now, as he looked out across the horizon, he wondered what the fuck he did wrong.
“Where’s Daphne?” Eric asked, handing him a cup of coffee.
“I scared her off.”
“How?”
“I offered her my services.” He brought Eric up to speed on the conversation he’d heard.
“Who the fuck is Bethany?” Eric asked.
Again, he filled him in on the woman who might be helping them win Daphne.
“If I can get her into bed, I know she’ll fall for me.”
Eric shook his head.
“What?” Micah asked, getting increasingly annoyed as this trip went on. This wasn’t exactly becoming cozy for him. far from it. He was losing every single where.
“Sex has worked for you in the past. It doesn’t mean it’s going to work for you now.” Eric slapped him on the back.
“Might I remind you, I didn’t bully her half as much—”
“But you still did. How often do you think that happens with murders, huh? Sorry, officer, my boyfriend killed him, I just stabbed him a few times.” Eric glared at him. “You’ve got to stop thinking that puts you in a better place than the rest of us. Believe me, it doesn’t.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a giant dick?”
“All the time.” Eric waved at him, leaving him alone with his coffee and his thoughts.
He’d never had to work for a woman.
They’d all fallen into his lap. Some had even begged for a night with him. Admittedly, he’d often left a generous tip and been gone before the morning light. Not that he’d ever paid for sex. More like he distracted women with his money so they’d leave him the fuck alone.
Sipping at his coffee, he wrinkled his nose. He wasn’t much of a coffee drinker, preferring his vitamin shakes in the morning, but whatever.
Staring out across the horizon, he shook his head. There was no way nature was going to offer him the answers to what he needed. Turning back to go inside, he started to explore the house. The bed-and-breakfast was huge, no denying it. No expense had been spared.
He moved from room to room. The dining room looked so elegant, and yet in the far corner, there was even a small play area for children. He pulled out his cell phone and got his computer whiz to have a check into Daphne’s finances. This place had to cost a fortune in upkeep. The next few months alone were going to be a nightmare. He’d already watched the news, and this lockdown had no end in sight.
With the call finished, he made his way toward the back of the house, coming to a stop when he saw Daphne with Dean.
Rather than make his presence known, he stayed back and watched.
Dean was a lot bigger than Daphne, and he had her captured within a corner. Micah wanted to go and be her knight. To save her from the asshole, but something in her eye told him not to.
Yes, there was worry and anger, but he saw something else. Even as Dean put his hands around her neck. His friend wasn’t squeezing, just holding, tilting Daphne’s head back as his lips delved between her chest.
Her hands were on his shoulders, not fighting him off, just holding him. The strap of her dress fell down her arm, as did her bra strap, and Dean had it out of his way within seconds, exposing her nipple.
Tight and red.
He’d wondered what she’d look like naked, and this was a nice little teaser for him. His cock hardened as Dean held up her breast with his free hand and offered the bud to himself like a prized possession.
The moment his lips were around her tit, Daphne’s eyes closed and her teeth sank into her bottom lip. The sound of her moan echoed around the room, capturing his attention.
Damn, he wanted to go and have in on the action.
He stayed where he was, watching her, waiting.
She moaned Dean’s name as he let go of her throat and now both of his hands were on her tits, pressing them together, teasing them.
Just watching them, Micah was sure he was going to come in his pants, but as suddenly as it seemed to start, Dean stood, putting the straps of her dress back in place, and dropping a kiss to her lips.
In the next second, he captured her hand, placing it right over his cock. She touched him, but from where Micah was stood, he couldn’t see exactly what Dean was showcasing. All he could do was imagine, and he would bet a fortune Dean was rock-hard.
His friend always played the role of being in control, but he had a feeling when it came to Daphne, he didn’t know the first thing about control. Like the rest of them, he was just as smitten.
When Dean finally spun to face him, the evidence of his erection was plain to see. There was no doubt in Micah’s mind that if his friend had continued sucking on her tits, she’d have been putty in his hand. So why did he stop?