Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
"N-no." She grinds against my palm, panting.
"No?"
"Your smart mouth did."
I chuckle and bite her bottom lip. "You're lucky I'm a gentleman, or I'd be following through on my threat right now."
"Liar," she gasps. "You c-couldn't even stand that they saw me in a bikini."
She's got me pegged dead to rights. There's not a chance in hell I'd let anyone see what's currently dripping all over my hand. Never knew I was possessive until she slammed into me this morning. Turns out, I grew bigger, but I didn't grow up. I'm still the same wild little boy who didn't like to share his toys. And she's my new favorite.
"You're right." I press my thumb to her clit, not denying the truth. What's the point when we both know she's speaking facts? "Fifteen more minutes out there, and someone was going to lose their goddamn eyes for looking at what's mine, Makenzie."
"I'm not yours."
Oh. Hell. No.
This little model just declared war…and I've always been at home on the battlefield.
I replace my thumb with three fingers and get to work, not saying a word. Sometimes, demonstrations are far more effective anyway. This is one of those times.
"Zion!" she cries.
"Louder, angel baby," I growl. "I don't think they can hear you screaming my name outside yet." I place my mouth against her throat, attacking her with my lips and tongue as I rub her clit in a fast, circular motion, not showing her any mercy.
Maybe I'll take it easy on her when her little ass learns to behave.
"W-what's your name?" she gasps out, her nails raking down my back as she rocks against my hand. "I forgot it."
On second thought…
I sink my teeth into the little hollow where her neck meets her collarbone, turned the hell on by her fire and the way she yields it against me without hesitation.
She shouts my name, coming all over my hand in a warm, sticky rush. My balls churn, desperate for relief. But my dick has gone this many years without. It'll last a while longer.
"Damn, angel baby," I breathe against her lips, gently stroking her clit as she comes down in my arms. "That looked good."
"Mm," she moans, snuggling up against my chest. "That feel good, Thor."
Thor? Before I can ask, the sweetest little giggle escapes her lips, stealing an entire section of my heart.
"I guess you're God of my bikini instead of my panties, though, since I'm not wearing any of those."
By the time I put her back together and carry her out to the truck, the house has mostly emptied out. Everyone is out by the pool, settling in for a long evening of whatever it is they do here.
"What the fuck is Club Za?" I ask Makenzie as I buckle her into the truck.
"Creator House," she says. "It's a bunch of influencers in Nashville who all live here together to collaborate on content for their social media."
"This is an actual thing?"
"Yep."
"You're not a member?"
She wrinkles her nose, quickly shaking her head. "Olive was for a while before she left so I get invited to stuff here all the time. I only come when she makes me. But no, I'm not a member of Club Za."
"Why not? Hold that thought." I push the door closed before circling around to the driver's side to climb in. "Okay, now explain."
"Bossy," she mumbles.
"I heard that."
"You were supposed to hear that."
I grin, shaking my head. "Explain, baby."
"They have too many rules. I prefer to make my own," she says with a shrug. "Besides, I don't really fit in."
"Why the fuck not?"
"They're mostly dancers or performance artists. I'm not." She settles back against the seat, a furrow between her brows. "They also plan to do this long term."
"You don't?"
"Honestly?" She rolls her head to the side to look at me. "I don't know. I never set out to gain a lot of followers or start modeling or any of this. It just kind of happened." She shrugs helplessly. "I'm not sure I want to keep doing it."
"So why do it at all?"
"I want to start my own management company. I figure I should know what it's really like to live on this side of it so I can represent people the way they deserve to be represented. I don't want to be another Lyle, just in it for their money. I want to know exactly what goes into it and how I can best help them reach their goals. What better way than by living it firsthand?"
The little furrow stays firmly between her brows when she's talking about her life being Insta-famous. But it melts away now, replaced by a smile bright enough to light up any room. This is her passion, the thing that matters to her.
She has a big heart and a desire to see others succeed. I gathered as much from scrolling her social media. Snaps of her intersperse with more motivational content, like quotes and shoutouts made to inspire. She's happiest when she's talking about other people.