Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
He reached down and unfastened his pants before starting to jerk himself off. That turned me on, prompting me to move faster over him. Pulling on his hair, I bucked my hips as my eyes rolled back, my orgasm threatening to burst through me at any moment.
“This is so fucking hot, you riding my face like this, Devyn,” he rasped. “I want to do this every damn night with you.”
I let out an unintelligible sound as I bit my bottom lip, willing my climax to hold off a bit longer.
“You taste so fucking good. I can’t wait for you to come all over my mouth.”
Oh, God.
I’m close.
My mind felt like it had left my body. This. This was exactly what I needed. In this moment, I hadn’t a care in the world. I pressed my clit harder against him.
“That’s it, baby,” he mumbled.
His breathing accelerated as he pumped himself faster. Knowing he was about to explode was all it took to push me over the edge. A rush of adrenaline tore through me as I came in multiple bursts of pleasure.
“Come all over my mouth, Devyn. Give it to me.” He groaned.
Owen’s breaths eventually slowed as his chest rose and fell.
I rolled over, limp and more relaxed than I’d been in a long while.
“Thank you,” I barely had the energy to whisper.
“Believe me, the pleasure was all mine.”
Owen and I lay facing each other, blissfully sated, for several minutes. I was about to offer to get up and make us breakfast for dinner when my phone rang. It was on the nightstand closest to Owen.
Unfortunately, he looked down and saw the name on the screen before I did.
“It’s Robert.” He rolled his eyes. “You’d better take it.”
My heart raced as I cleared my throat. “Hello?”
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Why?”
“I’m at your apartment. Your mother said you’re not here.”
Oh no.
My pulse quickened. “You’re in New York?”
Owen’s eyes widened.
“I flew here for tomorrow’s appointment.”
CHAPTER 25
Devyn
“Owen, this is Robert. Robert, this is Owen.”
I couldn’t believe I was doing this—taking two men to the doctor with me. But Robert had stopped film production and flown in all the way from Italy, and Owen… Well, if I was going to allow Robert to go, the other prospective father certainly had every right to be there. Plus, Robert had really put a damper on things last night when he’d shown up. I’d left Owen’s apartment with my undies still damp from fooling around to go downstairs and deal with another man. Who, of course, tried to convince me to spend the night with him at his hotel. By the time I got back up to Owen’s place, his face was so sullen, it looked like someone had run over his dog.
Robert stood taller, squared his shoulders, and extended a hand. “I hope you’ll understand if I don’t say it’s nice to meet you.”
Owen eyed the waiting hand, then promptly shoved both of his into his pants pockets. “The feeling’s mutual.”
Oh Lord. This was going to be loads of fun.
Owen pulled out his phone. “I’ll order us an Uber uptown to the doctor.”
Robert waved him off. “My limo is already pulling around.”
“Of course it is,” Owen mumbled.
“I hope you don’t mind, babe.” Robert put a hand on my shoulder. “But I have a tight schedule this morning. As soon as we’re done at the doctor, I need to hightail it back to the airport. My driver will drop me at JFK and then take you home.”
Owen’s jaw tightened. “That’s not necessary. I’ll get a car for us to go back to the apartment building.” He looked at me. “Is that okay, babe?”
I rubbed my temples. “Whatever.”
Luckily the limo pulled to the curb. I hoped things would improve once we were on our way. But no such luck. The only thing that changed was that I was now sandwiched between the two men, shoulder to shoulder.
“So, Aiden,” Robert said. “What is it you do for a living?”
“It’s Owen. And I work in real estate.”
“Really? I’m thinking about buying a place here in the City.”
I craned my neck to look at Robert. “You are?”
He nodded. “Your mom is here and your sister and brother. I figured we’d be visiting often once you’re back home in California. Plus, I loved the script you sent me from Stephen Solomon, and it’s going to shoot here.” Robert leaned forward to speak to Owen. “Maybe you can look for a place for us? I was thinking a three- or four-bedroom brownstone on the Upper West Side?”
Owen gritted his teeth. “I’ll refer you to someone.”
Robert shrugged. “Suit yourself. But if you pass up opportunities to earn a good commission, you’re going to be living in that shitty building with Vera forever.”
Owen’s cheeks heated. “I own that building, and it’s not shitty.”
“Well, it’s not exactly the type of place you’d want to raise a family.”