Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Brin rolls her eyes, biting back a grin, and Rye goes to type in a password on the door lock. When the door opens, Wren shoves me to the front of the line.
“What’s going on?” I ask, stumbling toward the door.
“You joined her, so you walk through the house first,” Wren says unapologetically.
“No!” Brin squeals, leaping up.
“Ha! I knew you did more than change the password. Where are the traps?” Rye demands.
“I think we’ll come back later for the stuff,” Wren says through his chuckles, tugging my hand in his after just putting me on the frontline to be sacrificed.
Rye and Brin argue for a second, and then… silence.
“Are they dead?” I worry when we’re outside of the gate.
“Nah. They’re having sex by now. That’s why I got us out of there.”
I know my eyes have to be bugging out of my head. “Seriously?”
“Foreplay,” he explains—at least, he thinks he’s explaining.
He laughs while guiding me back to the car, where he points to the two shirts in the back seat. I climb into the passenger seat, and he gets in on the driver’s side.
“You always bring extra clothes?” I muse as he pulls a shirt over his head.
Thank God I don’t have to keep staring at his naked chest and abs.
“I was planning on fixing your sink today. Figured I’d need a spare or two. Grab one and change into it. It’ll do until Raya can loan you something else. We’re going there next.”
He wants to fix my sink? Why does that make me smile?
“I can’t just borrow a shirt from Raya. I’ve only met her once. And where am I going to change into your shirt?”
He pulls away from the curb after securing his shirt into place. “Change in here. And Raya won’t care.”
I roll my eyes before returning my gaze to the tempting, warm, dry shirt in the back seat.
“I can’t change in front of you.”
His easy grin kicks up, and he slants his eyes toward me. “After what you did to me this morning, I would think changing in front of me would be the least embarrassing.”
My face burns red, and he chuckles, mocking me all the more. So much for not mentioning it. At least it’s slowly getting less embarrassing. Well, sort of.
***
WREN
Blue balls are not an urban legend. I learned that today. They are very fucking real, and very fucking painful.
I still can’t stop thinking about her calling out my name when that look spread across her face—pure ecstasy. She was biting her lip, moaning, writhing, and shuddering against me, and I just about embarrassed myself by going off with her.
Fortunately, she woke up and freaked out, which took the edge off. Unfortunately, I’ve been left in the most pain of my life.
Thank God for cold showers. It’s the only thing that made my dick go down. But it hurts. It hurts so damn bad.
“Don’t look,” she says, leaning over and grabbing my shirt out of the back seat.
Obviously the second her shirt comes off, I look. Damn. I can’t believe I don’t remember anything about that night with her. It’s really pissing me off.
Her soft, very round, perky, large breasts are encased by a pink bra—one with a lacy trim. It makes me curious if she’s the type to match her underwear.
Shit. I really don’t need to be thinking about pink lacy underwear on her right now. My balls ache enough as it is, and my dick is growing just because I can see the top swells of her tits.
“You’re looking,” she hisses, slapping me on the arm while I laugh and turn my eyes back to the road.
She drops the shirt into place, and I grin, silently letting her know my peripheral works just fine.
“Ass,” she mumbles, but she can’t help but smile.
My shirt swallows her, but she looks comfortable and at ease in it. Not to mention, much too sexy.
“Your shirt smells good,” she says when I catch her inhaling against the collar.
She can’t say shit like that. It makes me want to push her down and pick up right where her dream left off. I’m dying to know what she was dreaming.
Before I know it, we’ve reached Uncle Paul’s, and my fucking dick is hard again. I really don’t need this to be happening right now.
Allie’s jaw drops when we roll up to the massive gates that lead to the ungodly Colton Estate. If she’s impressed with this place, then she’s going to love the house we’re going to tonight—even though I’ve soured the memories of it with my stupid fucking wedding. Maybe having Angel there will help me enjoy that home again.
“This is seriously where Kade and Raya live?” she asks in a rasp whisper.
“No,” I say, chuckling. “This is where Kade’s dad lives. Kade won’t own anything this flashy, but Kade and Raya are staying with them while they’re in town because his mom is planning their wedding. Her mother is planning the food portion, because she’s not really into the whole wedding scene.”