Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
But I let it go, knocking her hand out of the way and taking over. I have her squirming and writhing on the kitchen stool, and when she’s on the brink of coming, I pull my hand away.
Brienne curses at me, but I just laugh as I lift and toss her over my shoulder. I walk her back to the bedroom and take my time about getting a condom on.
I make her wait for it, not to punish but to make her understand the value of spontaneity.
CHAPTER 11
Brienne
“I need their agreement that they will not refer to them as the Lucky Three,” I say to Jenna who sits across from me.
I love the sleeveless pink ensemble she’s wearing today. It’s got a sweet scoop neck and is, by all means, a lovely, demure dress that comes below her knees. But it doesn’t hide the burn scars on the side of her neck, and some even peek out on the back of her shoulder.
Jenna’s blossomed into such a confident woman these last few months that I sometimes envy her ability to change and grow. It makes me keenly aware that while I lead a full and valued life—I’m a billionaire many times over, after all—I do the same thing, day in and day out, and who I am today is probably who I’ll be when I die.
“I’ve told them no references to the Lucky Three,” she affirms. “I told them if they even hinted at it, they’d never get anything from the Titans’ organization again.”
She’s talking about an interview a national sports magazine wants to do with Coen Highsmith, Hendrix Bateman, and Camden Poe, the three Titans players who were not on the plane.
I can’t help but grin. “Look at you, going all tiger mode.”
“Learning from the best,” she quips.
And she has been learning, soaking up everything like a sponge. I hired her to be a media liaison and she’s doing tremendous work, but she’s going to outgrow this position sooner rather than later. I’m okay with that, as I have plans for Jenna.
“And please reiterate to the men that they do not have to do this.” I’m protective of my players, but they all three readily agreed, thinking it would build hype for the upcoming season.
“I have,” she assures me. “And they are all more than happy to do the interview.”
“Part of me thought Coen would bug out.”
“Everyone’s thinking it,” Jenna agrees with a small smile. “But he sure has turned things around. I think just being part of this team is something he really needed.”
“I totally agree.” Just like Drake, I think.
“And speaking of the interview,” Jenna continues, “they’d like to conduct it at the arena and…”
Yes, Drake really needs the team dynamic. I bet it was the single biggest loss for him after he left hockey. He was so thoroughly let down by everyone in this league, the bonds he forms with the team during this first month will be crucial.
I start to chastise myself for thinking about Drake during work hours. Hell, for thinking about him at all. No man takes up space in my brain like this. I don’t have time for it, and he’s already disrupted my life enough.
Just this morning, I didn’t get to my workout because of him, and it’s thrown off my entire day. If I could erase everything, I would.
Well, no, I wouldn’t. I didn’t quite miss my workout because Drake gave me a workout of his own. Insisted I straddle him and ride him hard.
That’s what he said. “Ride me hard, Bri.”
And he made me work for it because he wouldn’t let me finish him off until I got there first. I was tired, depleted from the night before, but God help me, I got there.
“That’s a good girl,” he said as I splintered into a million bursts of starlight.
I must have burned a thousand calories, but it was worth watching Drake’s face contort with pleasure as his hands dug hard into my hips and he muttered curses of release.
He left while I was in the shower. No goodbye kiss. No promises to see each other tonight after the game, although we both know I’ll text him an invite. I slid to the tile floor and as the water poured over me, I tried to reason out why I like to be dominated by Drake. His “good girl” praise affected me deeply, and all he’s done since we started screwing is assert mastery and control.
Fuck… it’s what I like best about him, and I wonder if I’m losing my mind.
And to make matters worse, I only want to please him. I do it with no expectation of anything in return, although Drake hands out more pleasure than any other partner ever has, and yeah… that has me coming back too.
“Brienne.” I blink, and Jenna comes into focus. “Did you hear what I said?”