Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
A smirk stretches across her face, and she steps into me, her hand falling to my chest as she looks up at me, those big green eyes lingering on mine. “If I didn’t know better, it would sound as though you were asking if I needed you to take me to bed.”
I blanch. “I uh . . . no. I umm. That’s not what I—”
Aspen’s shrill laughter cuts off my panic, and as she pulls away, I gape at her. “Holy shit, Izaac. The look on your face is priceless. I’m only teasing,” she says, turning around and sashaying down the hall. Only she glances back over her shoulder, her gaze hooded and filled with a fire that has a burning desire pumping through my veins. “Unless I’m not.”
What the ever-loving fuck?
Aspen disappears down the hall and into her room, and all I can do is stare after her. Did she just invite me to her room?
Holy fuck.
My cock springs to attention, and realizing I’m standing in the middle of the Ryders’ hallway with a raging erection, I scurry across the hall and lock myself in the guest room.
She’s Austin’s little sister. Austin’s little sister.
The words play over and over in my mind, yet they do nothing to ease the intense hunger within me. How the fuck does she keep doing this to me? It was one night. I shouldn’t want her this way, yet the thought of never getting to taste her again leaves me in physical pain.
After dropping my shirt to the ground and stepping out of my pants, I crash against the mattress, listening to the soft sounds of Aspen moving around in the room directly beside mine. She fumbles and catches herself against the drywall, and as she peels off her boots, there is a familiar thud as they hit the ground. The memory of last night floods my mind again, and I can’t stop picturing her dark silhouette propped up on the table as I took those very same boots off her quivering body. A few groans and grunts sound from the wall we share, and judging from the tone of her voice, I can only assume she’s trying to get herself out of her dress.
I wonder if she needs help.
FUCK! I need to stop.
Grabbing the pillow from under my head, I yank it out and slam it over my face, trying to block out the sounds coming from her room, only when I hear the familiar sound of her flopping against her bed followed by a low groan, I find myself listening more intently.
She tosses and turns, clearly trying to get comfortable when a soft hum sounds through the room . . . some kind of vibration.
My whole body stiffens. What the fuck is that?
Aspen groans and my dick turns to fucking stone. Either she’s brushing her teeth in bed with an electric toothbrush . . . or she’s using a vibrator.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!
I’m a goner.
Before I can stop myself, my hand shoots inside my underwear, and I fist my heavy cock, squeezing hard and willing myself not to be so fucking turned on by the woman in the next room, but it’s impossible. I’ve been aware of her all night. Every roll of her body on the dance floor, every brush of her skin against mine as she moved past me.
It’s as though she knew how on edge she’s had me, but that’s not possible. She couldn’t know.
“Oh, God,” I hear whispered through the walls, and my mind goes crazy, picturing her fucking herself.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
The sweet temptation is too much, and my fist starts moving up and down my thick length, barely able to grip it in my palm, and I let out a shaky breath, unable to keep from picturing her. Her mouth. Her hand. Her body. Everything I shouldn’t want.
Then in a moment of pure insanity, I take my phone and open a new text, and with every word I painstakingly write out, I grit my teeth.
Izaac - A lot of noise coming from in there. What are you doing?
I hit send before my brain is capable of reminding me of all the reasons I shouldn’t, and not a second later, I hear the soft ding of her phone. She scrambles around, and I hear her soft intake of breath as she reads my text and then there’s nothing but silence.
Fuck.
That was stupid. I crossed a line . . . again, and now she probably thinks I’m a fucking perv, but isn’t that exactly what I am? Listening to her get herself off in the next room.
My phone buzzes in the blankets, and my heart races. This is it. This is the moment she calls me out on my bullshit. I almost don’t want to look.
My hand hesitates over the phone before finally finding the balls to pick it up and swipe my thumb across the screen. My gaze sails right to the words she’s written, and with a sharp intake of breath, my grip tightens on my cock as a strange feeling circles the pit of my stomach.