Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Look, Auntie Aubbey!” Raine calls out, ripping me from my lascivious thoughts. “I play drums with Dadda!”
I clear my throat, hoping my lustful thoughts aren’t written all over my face. “Yes, you are. You’re great at this!”
“Of course, she is. She’s my kid.”
I can barely look at him. The lust I’m feeling is too intense. “Rainey, did you know your daddy is one of the most famous drummers in the world?”
Raine gasps and her blue eyes widen. “He is?”
“People pay lots of money to see your daddy playing his drums.”
Raine stops drumming and frowns. “I don’t have money.”
Caleb and I both crack up.
“Don’t you worry, Shortcake,” Caleb says. “You’ve got a lifetime backstage pass.”
As Raine processes that confusing word salad, my eyes lock with Caleb’s. It’d be foolish to let myself fall for someone like Caleb. He’s told me, explicitly, he doesn’t know how to love. He lets everyone down. He cheated on his only girlfriend.
And yet, sitting here now, I can’t deny it: I’m falling hard for this man, whether it’s a downright foolish thing to do or not.
Chapter 20
Caleb
“Aubrey.”
I can’t keep myself from groaning out her name, again and again, loudly, as my hand works my aching shaft. And this time, it’s not a ploy to get Aubrey to come to me, since I’ve accepted that’s not going to happen. It’s an involuntary prayer to the universe to have some mercy on my throbbing cock and aching balls.
Everything about Aubrey turns me on. Every look. Every touch. Even the tongue lashings she delivers so deftly. Always, deservedly, by the way. Fucking hell, no matter what that woman says or does, she lights a forest fire inside me. One I can’t extinguish, no matter how hard I try. I’m a ball of flames in Aubrey’s presence. A forest fire, whenever I even think about my cock burrowed deep inside her. It’s something I think about a lot these days. On a running loop. God help me, the woman is lighter fluid. Fuel to my raging flames.
I groan out Aubrey’s name, again, as my pleasure spirals and threatens to consume me, body and soul. And, suddenly, without warning, my bedroom door flies open and Aubrey magically appears in the doorframe. Only this time, unlike before, she doesn’t turn and run away. She strides toward me, breathing hard, like her hair’s on fire and I’m the cool lake she’s intending to plunge herself into to save herself.
“I’m here to take over that job,” she murmurs, her dark eyes trained on my dick. “If you’ll let me.”
Am I dreaming? Am I dead? “Yes,” I choke out, elated to realize this is very, very real.
She pulls off her top as she moves, revealing the two most exquisite, perkiest tits I’ve ever beheld, and by the time she reaches me in my bed, her shirt is on the ground and my lust is a pyre that’s consuming every available drop of oxygen in the room.
As I pull her lips to mine, I’m a human back draft. A wall of flames singeing the walls and scorching the ceiling. My fingers dig greedily into Aubrey’s bare back as my lips collide with hers. I’ve waited ten lifetimes for this kiss, waded through dense jungles and traversed steep mountains for it; and now, every cell in my body, every drop of blood in my veins, is exploding with intense yearning, relief, and euphoria.
My tongue greedily finds Aubrey’s, and every nerve ending electrocutes at the burst of sensations. She’s sweet to the taste. Honey mixed with vanilla. Her lips are as soft as they are hungry. Her skin beneath my fingertips, warm and smooth.
Our kiss is an atomic bomb going off, an all-consuming frisson that rattles my bones and burns away every last remaining drop of restraint. I curl my fingers into her soft hair as I deepen the kiss, and she responds in kind, her fingers tightening in my hair on the back of my head.
Aubrey’s hand finds my hard shaft as our mouths continue their mutual assaults. I groan loudly at her unexpected touch—her greedy, fucking glorious touch—and she whispers hoarsely for me to keep it down.
“Raine’s across the hallway,” she reminds me, her breathing labored.
It’s yet another turn-on. A reminder that we shouldn’t. That Aubrey’s contraband to me. Contraband pussy, as my friends and I call all manner of forbidden fruit. She came to me against her better judgment. Because she couldn’t stay away. Couldn’t resist me, any more than I can resist her.
“Do you have a condom?” Aubrey grits out.
“I bought a pack in Billings,” I confess, grinning like a shark. “When you went to grab those nighttime pull-ups across the store.”
“You presumptuous bastard,” Aubrey whispers with heat, pressing the crotch of her panties against my hard, aching bulge. But it’s clear enough from her facial expression, she’s damned glad I presumed.