Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
I see an opportunity and I sure as fuck take it. Since the lovebirds are busy, I plant my hand on Bran’s and he goes still, his hand slightly trembling beneath mine.
He’s so fucking warm that I can’t help threading my fingers through his, digging the pads in his thigh.
Bran goes still, and here’s the thing; he doesn’t try to push me away. So I go further, stroking his skin with my thumb, trying and failing not to get turned on by a mere stolen touch in public.
I really love how his hand is big but still slightly smaller than mine. It’s perfect size. He is perfect in every physical aspect. Anyone who says otherwise is clearly a blind fucking idiot.
Glyn looks up and Bran subtly pulls his hand free and shoves mine away then grabs his phone, building that wall around himself.
Not so fast.
I pull out my phone and text him.
Me
You’re not paying me any attention, baby. I’m jealous of Kill and Glyn.
He reads it immediately and I can see him glaring at his phone as if it’s my face.
Bran
Go away.
Me
Aww, but I don’t want to.
Don’t be a baby, Nikolai.
I thought you were the baby, baby.
He covers his mouth with a palm, but it’s too late, I can see him smiling. It takes everything in me not to lean over and feast on that smile and pull on his lip with my teeth just the way he loves it.
Me
You smell so good, I want to lick you up.
Bran
Nikolai!
You look so hot, I want to eat you up. I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re a blithering mess, baby.
Shut up.
Love how you’re prim and proper in public but turn into a filthy-mouthed sex god in private. How you’re all quiet now, but you become loud when your ass swallows my cock. Mmm. Getting hard thinking about your face when you choke on my cock.
STOP.
Oh, one last thing. I forgot to do this earlier today.
I send him a dick pic I took this morning.
Bran squirms in his seat and immediately exits the chat. I suppress a smile as I keep staring at my screen.
“Is it Simon?”
Kill’s words pause my attempts to send another dick pic just to mess with my Bran.
I slide my gaze from my phone to my cousin, frowning. “Simon?”
“Is he the one you’re exclusive with?” Kill asks.
Bran pauses with his cup of coffee near his lips before he slowly sets it down.
“You’re in an exclusive relationship?” Glyn asks with apparent glee.
“He is and wouldn’t tell me who with.” Kill pauses. “I’m going through your toys, and Simon is the only one clingy enough to want that.”
“Who’s Simon?” Glyn asks.
I steal a look at Bran and his lips are set in a line. He knows exactly who Simon is, even though it’s been several weeks. After all, he agreed to be exclusive because of his jealousy.
“He’s the one who walks and talks like a diva and calls Nikolai Daddy,” Killian answers her.
“Oh, Simon.” Glyn smiles. “He asked me to call him Sim.”
“More like a simp.” Kill twists his lips. “He’s so cringe. Please tell me he’s not the one you’re with.”
“Maybe he is,” I say as I hit Send on the second nude.
This time, it’s a full-body mirror selfie where I’m fisting my cock and biting my lower lip.
Then just to fuck with him, I type:
Me
Thinking of your ass makes me drip, baby.
Bran stands up all of a sudden, hand clenched around his phone, but he sounds composed when he says, “I’m going to pop into the toilet.”
I suppress a smile as I watch the dots appear and disappear.
“Stop smiling like a creep,” Kill says. “It’s disgusting.”
“Don’t be jealous of my sexy smile, Satan’s heir.” I slide my phone into my pocket. “I need something sweet. Be right back.”
I head to the cashier, pretending to be checking out their sweets. No Italian pistachio croissant, no baklava, and no macarons. Not interested.
After I catch a glimpse of Kill and Glyn eating each other’s faces, I slip to the restroom. I find Bran standing in front of a sink, his face twisted and his fingers holding his phone in a death grip.
I slip behind him and whisper in his ear, “Careful, if you glare at it hard enough, it might break.”
He flinches and whirls around so fast, he nearly falls. I wrap an arm around his waist. “Easy, baby.”
His wild eyes search our surroundings with tendrils of panic. “What are you doing, Nikolai?”
“I figured you could use a hand.” I glide my palm to his erection and fist it through his pants. “Mmm. Did you get hard looking at my nudes, baby?”
“Nikolai…” He struggles for control, his voice hoarse. “This is a public place… Stop…”
“But the possibility of getting caught is making your cock thicker.” I lean over and slide my tongue over the shell of his ear. “Or is that because of me?”