Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Her ass cheeks peek out from beneath her cover-up.
“Nah, I’m good,” I say, gripping the banister.
I think she’s going to cover herself. Instead, she pulls the back of the fabric up to her waist and gives me a full view of the curve of her cheeks. Her bikini bottoms barely cover anything, showcasing the roundness of her behind, the deep dip of her hips, and the soft glow on her skin left from the sun.
My cock pulses so hard that I grimace. Fuck.
“Careful,” I warn. “That looks a lot like begging.”
She gets to the top of the staircase and drops the fabric, hiding herself from me again. A coy grin slides across her lips. “Oh, that wasn’t begging, Renn. I can be a lot more persuasive than that.”
“I bet you can.” I yank her suitcase up with a thud. “Wanna show me?”
She feigns surprise. “That looks a lot like you asking me twice.”
“That’s called giving you a chance to get what you want.”
Her grin is full of mischief. “Do you even know what I want?”
I take a step toward her, watching gold flecks sparkle like stars in her eyes. “Tell me so I’m sure.”
She leans forward, giving me a clear view of her cleavage. Her bikini top has slipped. A line curves across her round tits, displaying a tan line just above her nipples.
My. God.
I’m not going to make it. I’m going to die a death by blue balls. No one will believe it. It’ll be the only true headline ever printed and the only one no one believes.
“I want a giant bathtub,” she whispers.
And I want to join you in that giant bathroom, you little tease.
“Go,” I say as she laughs. “Put some distance between us. Now.”
She giggles but does as I ask. She rounds the corner beside the wet bar that gives the main bedroom privacy from the staircase. As soon as she’s out of sight, I hear her shriek.
“Renn!”
I smile at the sound, adjusting myself as I head toward the bedroom I use when I’m in town.
The view from this floor is amazing. It’s the best view in the entire suite, but also in the entire hotel. The loft is open to the atrium. But, with a push of a button, a wall descends from the ceiling, creating privacy and a shield against the morning sun ... or visitors below.
My cheeks split into a wide smile as I watch her enter the attached bathroom and squeal again. I knew she’d love it.
Her head pokes around the corner, eyes wide as saucers. “Okay, this tub is massive. And did you see the view from there?”
I chuckle. “I saw it.”
“I might live here. Seriously. I might never leave.”
“Where are you?” Brock calls from below.
Blakely jumps. Yeah, I forgot they were here too.
I jam a thumb over my shoulder and exhale. “I’ll see what they’re up to while you get situated. Was this worth staying with us? I don’t want to disappoint you.”
She hurries to me and presses a soft kiss against my cheek, careful not to make further contact. “You’re the best. Thank you, Renn.”
“You’re very welcome. Happy birthday.”
She takes her suitcase and wheels it into the closet.
This will be one long weekend.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love Blakely’s affection. Coming from a large, tactile family, hugs and kisses are par for the course. Except with Gannon. Fuck Gannon. But outside the family? I don’t trust anyone’s touch … or agenda.
Usually. Blakely is an exception.
“Renn!” Brock shouts.
“Hold on, dammit,” I shout back, shaking my head. Give me a second so you don’t see me hard over your little sister, please and thank you very fucking much.
I descend the stairs and then head toward the kitchen. Brock is opening a bottle of water when I enter.
“I thought you forgot how to tell time.” I take a bottle too. Maybe this will help cool me off.
“Sorry. Ella was really mad.”
“Bet you hated that.” I take a long drink, my adrenaline beginning to ease. Ella bounces down the hallway. “Hey, El. What’s the plan tonight? Don’t the two of you have something you want to do?”
“Kinda.” She laughs. “But not anymore. I’ll talk to Blakely and see what she wants to do. She ruled out tattoos and piercings, so those are a no-go.”
Brock and I exchange a curious glance.
“Nice suite, Renn, by the way,” Ella says, poking her head through the doorway. “Where’s Blakely?”
“Upstairs.”
She pivots on her heel and heads that way.
“That girl is a ball of energy,” I say.
Brock chuckles. “You have no idea. She just bit the fuck out of me.” He clasps a hand over his shoulder. “Not complaining but fucking hell. It hurt.”
I laugh.
“So about tonight …” He yawns. “I just want to make sure my sister has a good time and is safe. She’s been stressed over this birthday, and I want her to start it off on the right foot.”