Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I washed my hands free of lotion in the sink, then picked up my phone.
My eyes skimmed over the newsfeed, stopping on a picture of a Spanish hunk.
I don’t care who you are, if you see a sexy picture of a Spanish God on a newsfeed with the caption, ‘Don’t watch this at work’ as the heading, you’re gonna click on it.
I giggled when the man started to speak in Spanish.
I, of course, understood almost instantly what the video was about without even reading the article that was attached to it.
I wouldn’t say I was fluent in Spanish, even though both of my parents were.
But I knew the word for ‘condom.’ ‘sex-ed,’ ‘magnum,’ and ‘erection.’
I mean, didn’t most people?
So without knowing what the entire video was saying, I watched the sexy beast on the screen put on a condom, even though I wasn’t alone in the room.
“Jesus,” I breathed.
The man on the screen had a big dick.
I’m talking huge.
Although, Mig did, too.
Actually, Mig’s cock was probably the same size, if not a small bit larger.
So I watched, captivated, as the man squeezed the condom on over his erection, all the while it never occurred to me once that Casten would be fluent in Spanish and know exactly what was happening on the screen without seeing what was happening.
I watched it two times.
Mostly because I was fascinated with the fact that the guy would do that for a sex-ed class.
Could that be legal?
And would they show that in classrooms?
A noise from across the room had me looking up, not into one pair of amused eyes, but two.
My mouth formed an ‘O.’
“What?” I asked nonchalantly.
“Do you need me to show you how to put on a condom so you don’t have to watch a video?” Casten deadpanned.
Mig growled.
“No, she most certainly does not,” Mig hissed.
Casten snorted. “Then why does she need to watch a video on how to do it? Twice. Shouldn’t her man,” that part was said with a snide look in Mig’s direction. “Be showing her how to do it?”
Mig flipped Casten off.
And I blushed all the way to my roots.
It never occurred to me that I shouldn’t watch the video.
It was right there, waiting to be watched!
I mean, it wasn’t like I had gone to a porn site and watched a man jack off.
But as I listened to the two of them argue over Mig’s failure to educate me, I rolled my eyes.
Then I did what any red-blooded woman would do.
I watched it for a third time.
By the end of it, though, I had both men watching over my back.
“Good form,” Casten said.
Mig snorted.
“What is this?” He asked.
I shrugged, laughing when the guy pulled out a bottle of oil and rubbed it on his condom sheathed cock.
The condom disintegrated.
“Do people actually do that?” Casten asked.
“Apparently, or they wouldn’t be warning people not to do it,” Mig said dryly.
Once the video was over, I backed out of the video, and continued scrolling through my feed, suddenly very self-conscious.
I hadn’t seen Mig since we’d had sex and then he’d had to leave.
He hadn’t even called me.
So what was I?
A fuck buddy? A one-and-done?
A girlfriend?
Inquiring minds wanted to know!
“Alright, since you’re here, I’m going to go,” Casten said. “You gonna be there for dinner tonight?”
“We’ll be there,” Mig agreed quickly.
“We will?” I asked in alarm. “Where are we going?”
I had plans!
Not ones that I couldn’t break, but I didn’t really want to!
“Party at the clubhouse,” Mig answered, looking at me questioningly.
Was I supposed to know about it?
“And?” I asked.
“And you’re going,” he ordered.
I snorted. “If you’d have asked me, I might’ve considered canceling the plans I have with my sister. But not if you’re just going to order me.”
Casten laughed all the way out of my shop.
Mig, however, wasn’t laughing.
His beautiful gray eyes looked even worse when they were mad, and I had the irrational urge to call him Thunder Cloud.
So I did.
“What’s your problem, my little Thunder Cloud?” I asked cheerily.
He took a step toward me, and I pushed back in my rolling chair, scooting about three feet back.
He snorted.
“Don’t call me your little Thunder Cloud,” he said, starting to stalk me now. “And you’re going with me.”
“But I promised my sister we’d do something together tonight. And I’ve canceled on her three times now. I can’t cancel,” I explained, circling around my massage table as fast as I could without tipping myself over onto the ground in a tangle of chair and limbs.
He sighed, as he stopped stalking me; I wasn’t going to let him get close to me until I’d had my say.
“Fine,” he said. “Bring her with you.”
I raised my brow at him.
“You want me to bring my innocent baby sister to a biker party?” I asked.
He grinned, taking a seat on the table.
One foot off the table, while the other was planted on the floor.