Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 78732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I sigh in frustration and put my back to her, knowing just how impossible it'll be to actually fall asleep with her so close.
But then I focus on the sound of her even breathing and somehow it carries me right into dreamland.
Chapter 22
Kaylee
How is it possible to sleep like a baby and still wake up feeling as if I got hit by a truck?
As much as I'd like to forget exactly how my dreams went last night, they're the only things that I seem capable of focusing on.
I miss the days when my dreams faded like smoke minutes after I woke up, but since I had the same dream on repeat all damn night long, they seem to be clinging to me like a rash. The worst thing about this particular rash is that I know I'm in a losing battle, trying to fight the urge to scratch the itch. Doing so would complicate everything. With the teasing I endured yesterday in the hot tub combined with the relentless teasing from my dream, complicated seems to be the only answer.
As if the man knows just how to torture me, he walks into the kitchen, half an hour after I settled at the breakfast bar with a cup of coffee in gray sweats and no t-shirt.
I look over at one of the other guys who introduced himself as Twisted earlier this morning. Although he's not looking in my direction, I can't help but read the crooked smile on his face as if knowing just how much Ellis affects me.
I curl my lip in irritation at my husband as he walks closer, thinking he's going to go past me and grab his own cup of coffee.
He doesn't. Of course, he doesn't. Why would he do the only sane thing?
Instead of getting coffee, he walks up to me, placing his hand on my cheek like he has every right to do so, and when I look up at him, questions in my eyes, he bends down and presses his lips to mine.
It's a quick kiss, a fraction of the one we shared last night, but it somehow has the ability to reignite that same fire he started with that single damn finger last night.
When he pulls back, he doesn't go far. He turns me on the bar stool, the thing not bothering to even make a groan of protest as he spins me into position, and then the insane man wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my neck.
The sound of his breaths combined with the warmth of his body pressed between my legs sends a shock of adrenaline-coated need right up my spine. All I can manage to do when he steps back is stare up at him as if I've never seen him before in my life.
My jaw hangs open when he adjusts himself in his sweats, the action doing nothing to hide just how his body responded to mine.
"Mornin', wife," he says with a quick wink before turning and proceeding toward the coffee pot.
Twisted chuckles, and I find him watching me now, his head shaking back and forth.
My cheeks are on fire, having a witness to what just happened, because it felt like such an intimate moment. Something that should happen behind closed doors, not right out in the open for others to see.
Maybe it's just his way of marking his territory, and I can't help but wonder just how I feel about that either. I don't exactly hate the idea, but, at the same time, I'm not exactly keen on him pissing a circle around me as if I'd even be in this situation with him and thinking about setting my sights on someone else. I'd never be so disrespectful, and it makes me wonder what he really thinks of me if that's what he believes I might do.
Although I don't exactly hate the attention I just got from Ellis, I don't think that it's something we should share with others. It brings on a certain level of expectation, and that's not what this marriage is about. Instead of challenging him, I busy myself with taking a drink of my coffee.
The argument in my head rages on, however.
Should I ask to speak with him in private and reiterate the rules or should I just see where all of this goes?
One kiss in the hot tub and a little grind on his manhood, and now the man is all lovey-dovey and acting like this situation is something that it isn't.
Has he told these men the truth? Do they know why we got married? Is he lying to them and telling them that we're actually in love?
Who would even believe that you could meet someone and fall in love so quickly?
A throat clearing makes me realize that my eyes are directed right at Ellis's ass as he prepares his coffee. I snap my gaze up, locking eyes with a smiling Rooster.