Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Keely leaned against the wall across from her doorway, elegant eyebrows arched and a smirk lifting her lips.
“Expecting someone else?”
Expecting? No. Hoping? Humph, there wasn’t a thought she wanted to give any credence to.
* * * *
Days later, at the academy, snow continued to batter the window, shaking the glass and making Bryn realize two things. One, he was glad to be inside and two, he truly missed the cabin he grew up in. A brief smile tipped up his lips as he recalled growing up there, a large fire roaring in the hearth, keeping the small cabin toasty even as they were pelted by the winter storms that kept them isolated on the mountain.
How would Rosamunde like his place?
Bryn shook his head.
Doesn’t matter. That’s not an option.
Didn’t much matter to his brain, she’d dug in deep. After their interaction in her room, he’d left after settling her naked, luscious, curves beneath the bedding so she wouldn’t get chilled or sick.
Then he’d promptly gone to his room and found his own release while pulling up unforgettable memories of her as she orgasmed.
By my hand.
Lord help him, it hadn’t been enough. Even now, all these days later, he still couldn’t explain how he’d managed to walk away from her instead of coaxing her back to awareness with teasing touches, fleeting kisses and more until she was spread wide beneath him while he powered home deep inside her tight, wet, hot channel.
His cock sprang to life again. Not that he’d been soft since that moment. For the rest of that weekend, he’d treated her like one of the family. Desperate to not make her feel uncomfortable.
Didn’t stop him from being a bit bitter that she had been able to carry on as if she’d not been given the best fucking orgasm of her life.
And yes, he knew it had been, especially since she’d passed out right afterward.
They’d been partnered in some games and on opposing sides in others. His time had been fun but still a yearning for more had haunted him. Day and night. It became more and more clear to him he needed to revisit their agreement and change the parameters. He didn’t want to let her go.
“I’m here, Lord Wetherstoft.”
At the intruding voice, Bryn pivoted from the view in time to see Rosamunde’s brother striding up.
“You’re late.”
Lovell huffed and crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes.
“Don’t argue with me on this. I know when seven-thirty was and it’s past that.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” the protest fell. “It was the servants who were late in getting me up and dressed.”
Irritation spiked and Bryn lifted one eyebrow and scowled. “Perhaps you should grow up and be man enough to get yourself up and stop blaming others. It’s called being a man and taking responsibility.”
“I don’t have to take this from you.”
Bryn took a deep breath. “You’re right. Consider this over. You want lessons again, find someone else to train you.”
He walked away, ignoring the sputtering of the young man behind him.
Not even able to call him a man for sure.
“No, you can’t do that to me.”
Without slowing, Bryn neared the spot that Rosamunde sat at when she was there. He’d known she’d not be in today, as she’d told him she had another engagement to attend. Something about getting a dress fitted for when she met her affianced.
A low growl emerged from him. He liked the idea of her and this old lech even less now than he had initially.
Because I got to know her and I actually like her. And I desire her.
Across the room, Falcon sparred with another boxer and ducked a punch before giving Bryn a look he knew well. Replying with a slight nod that he was fine, he’d made it to the hall when Lovell grabbed his forearm.
Bryn was already moving in reaction and saw the smirk on Falcon’s face before he grabbed Lovell. He lifted the male and slammed him into the wall of the club, and the entire place around them fell silent.
Arm braced along Lovell’s throat, Bryn pressed in, watching dispassionately as the air restriction began to take its toll.
“Do not ever lay a hand on me again.” He moved closer, leaning in, smelling his fear. “This is your one warning. You do it again and you’ll never eat solid food again.”
Face pale, sweat moving down his face, Lovell gulped and struggled to breathe.
“I’m sorry, I just… You can’t stop training me. My father expects me to learn from you.”
“I don’t give a fuck about you or your father. You’re disrespectful and I have no time for it. You said you don’t have to take it and neither do I. Let’s not forget that on my poorest day, I could buy and sell your family many times over.”
“Bryn.”
Remington’s low voice broke into their small bubble.