Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
My vagina cries in protest, trying to suck him back in, but he’s as good as gone, his hand hovering beside us, pointer finger covered with my cum.
Heat stings my cheeks, my entire body flushing at the sight.
Slowly, he brings it to his lips, but he doesn’t slide it between them. He glides it along his mouth, coating every inch until no spec is left dry. His lips shine with my satisfaction. My release.
My cum.
I don’t know what possesses me to do so, and if I were in my right mind, I might hesitate, considering it’s not something I’ve ever, well, contemplated wanting to try, but I flick my tongue across the swell of his bottom lip, tasting myself.
Crew’s eyes flash, and he has my hands locked behind me in an instant. He dips forward, so I’m leaning unsteadily at his mercy.
He gets in my face and whispers, “Mine.”
And then he licks his lips in one full, solid sweep.
His head bows, his chest rising rapidly, but all I can do is repeat his last word while pretending he didn’t mean the flavor on his lips as it echoes in my mind with a single question.
Promise?
“Go to bed, Sweets,” he pants. “Fuck me, go to bed,” he begs.
Wait, what?
“W- what are you going to do?”
Crew huffs a laugh, groaning a moment later. “I’m going to take care of this.”
This.
I look at the small space between us.
His erection.
His thick, long erection, hidden beneath his boxers, a darker spot right over the center where I soaked through.
“I…” My face flames. “I could take care of it for you.”
His attention snaps up, a deep frown etched across his face.
“Or I could try?”
“No.”
My head tugs back at his instant response. “Why not? I want to learn.”
Anger builds in along his brows. “You want to use my dick as a test dummy?”
“I want to see if I can give you what other girls can.”
Crew stares, and my nerves begin to twist.
“I mean, you could wear a blindfold if that will help…”
Something softens in Crew’s features, and he grips my waist, slowly standing before lowering me to my feet. His left arm snakes around me, holding me still, and he doesn’t have to tip my chin up like I know he would. I’m already locked on.
“If your lips were wrapped around my cock, Sweets.” He pulls the candy clip from my hair and runs his fingers through it. “Ain’t no way my eyes would come off you, and I sure as fuck wouldn’t let you hide yours from me. I’d want to see the moment they water when you get too excited and take me too deep, ’cause you would.” His gaze roams over me, and he pulls his lips in a moment. “Yeah, you definitely would.”
“Only one way to find out…”
Something flashes across his features, but it’s gone too fast for me to figure out its meaning.
Crew’s hands slide down my sides, taking my dress with it, and just like that, I’m fully covered. Boo.
“It’s almost eight in the morning. Go. Climb in bed.”
We stare at each other for several long moments, and finally, I nod, turning for the hall, but before I can walk into my room, Crew’s voice wraps around me like a warm blanket, halting me on the spot.
“My bed, Sweets.”
I peek at him over my shoulder—I hadn’t realized he’d followed me.
He cocks his head, eyes narrowed slightly. “You got a problem with that?”
My smile is slow but wide. “Is that a joke?”
Crew chuckles, a soft and airy sound, and something inside me settles.
It takes him a moment, and then he starts walking backward into the bathroom.
Once he’s locked inside, I take a moment to lean against the wall, toying with my necklace as I replay all my recent time with him, wishing—praying—for so much more.
But I know better than that, because every time the universe gives, it claims something in return.
Last time, it took my brother.
I won’t survive if, this time, it takes Crew.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Crew
I fucked up.
Bad.
So fucking bad.
I tasted the temptress, and she’s sweet like honey, the pure, candy-coated kind. Soft like satin and as silky as shiny silver.
And fuck me, what a bold little thing.
She’s quick to blush, always. The conversation will have nothing to do with naughty natures, and still, her cheeks are colored pink, simply from being the focus of someone else’s attention. I want to say I didn’t expect a brazen side from her, but that would be a lie. I feel like I knew she’d be this way.
It’s probably why I kept my distance as she got older. I knew then, what I know now.
Davis Franco is a fucking prize, the kind that drives a man to put shackles around her ankles and cuff them to their own. The invisible kind, sure, but shackles, nonetheless. Big-ass, unbreakable ones.