Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I think I’m dreaming.
I mean, I have to be, right?
This can’t be happening.
Maybe I answered my phone without knowing.
No, I’m not that drunk.
I’m somewhere in between tipsy and drunk.
“Are you ignoring me?” His voice is close.
When I turn around, Joey is on the other side of the shower door, looking so fucking good, dressed in black slacks and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showcasing a few tattoos scattered on his arms. I have to stop myself from gaping at the sight of him.
“I’m pretending you aren’t there,” I tell him.
He casually leans against the wall directly across from the shower and stares at me. I look away and continue to wash.
“You avoided my text.”
“You asked to have me for dessert.”
“And? If I remember correctly, you like it when I’m between your legs.”
Oh my God.
“You’re blushing.”
“It’s the hot water,” I reply, glancing back at him. “Stop looking at my ass.”
He lifts his eyes to mine and smirks. “But it’s my ass. Shouldn’t I be allowed to look at what’s mine?”
I scoff at his words. “Yours?” I question and turn the water off. He grabs a towel and holds it out for me when I push the door open. “I think you are mistaken. Last time I checked, my ass is mine.”
“If you say so.” As I take the towel from him, he makes no move to leave. I dry myself and then wrap the towel around my body before I push past him into my room.
I have clothes all over the bed, ones I intend to donate.
“Cleaning spree?” he asks, nodding to the mess.
“How did you get in?”
“Troy let me in. He told me if we fucked, to make it loud enough so he could hear.”
“That’s not going to happen,” I say, though my body hates me for it.
“Which part, the part where you scream or the fucking?”
“Fucking.”
“So maybe I just kiss your pussy goodnight?”
“Joey,” I mutter, turning to look at him. He’s killing me.
“Yes, darling?”
I hate it when he calls me that!
No, I love it.
“Why are you here?” I push the clothes off the bed, climb under the duvet, and lay my head on the pillow, too lazy to get changed. He comes over, lifts the duvet, and, in one swift movement, pulls the towel from me before he tucks me back in.
“I didn’t realize you’re drunk. I’ll stay, and we can talk in the morning.”
“What is there to talk about?”
“Us, and where we go from here.”
“You go home… I go to sleep.” My eyes start to close, and he leans down and kisses my forehead. “You smell good,” I mumble sleepily.
“I know. Now, go to sleep, and tomorrow we’ll talk.”
“But what about dessert?” I ask, pulling down the duvet. His eyes rake over my body. The heat in his gaze makes me instantly wet, and my hands slide downward along my torso. He bites his lip, reaches down, grips my wrist, and guides my fingers into his mouth, where he sucks on them, tasting me. I feel myself almost vibrating with need between my legs as he does. “Joey?” He pulls my fingers from his mouth, places my hand at my side, and pulls the duvet back over me.
“Yes?”
“Cuddle me?”
He nods and removes his own clothing leaving only boxers on before he climbs into my bed, pushing me over just a fraction to make room. His arm wraps around my belly, and he pulls me to him.
“You are considered the nice brother… did you know that?”
“You think I’m nice?” he asks, kissing the top of my head again and then my cheek.
“See, I thought you were a real asshole, and then I realized you get mad at things you care about. You have strong emotions.”
“Do you think I’m nice, Adora?”
“No, but in the best way possible.”
My eyes grow heavy, but I hear him say, “I’m real nice to your pussy. I’ll show you in the morning.”
THIRTY-FOUR
JOEY
If you could ask my perfect way to wake up, I would tell you it’s with a woman with whiskey-colored eyes climbing on me.
All over me.
Her hands pull at my remaining clothing, and I grip her to stop. She looks up at me, smirking. It’s still dark, so that means we’ve only slept for a short time.
“Adora.”
Her eyes find mine. She is sitting on me now, and I lift her as I stand. She clings to me, naked.
“We still need to talk.”
“Mm-hmm, after,” is all I get out of her.
So I walk over to her small desk, place her ass on it, and then take a step back to admire her. She keeps her legs open, her hands planted on either side as she smiles.
My heart skips a damn beat.
Who would have thought a woman I found with someone else’s head between her legs would turn out to be my forever? I just have to convince her of that.