Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“No, you turn me on. There’s a big difference.”
I reach down and slide my hands between us, so I can feel his cock. It bounces when I palm it and I can feel it’s already semi-hard through his pants. I take a step back and drop my hand. He chuckles under his breath as he turns and moves toward his car.
“Just so you know, there are a bunch of strippers and whores at the party, so don’t be surprised,” he warns, opening the passenger door for me.
“So why are you here with me when you could be there fucking whoever the fuck you want?” I reach the car and grip the edge of the door, peering at him over the glass.
He reaches forward, touches my chin, and grips it hard. “It’s you I want to fuck. Haven’t we established this fact already?”
I scoff, pull away, and get into his car.
Zuko shuts the door behind me, then strides around to the driver’s side. When he’s seated, he starts the car and says my name. I turn my head in his direction and watch as he undoes his belt and slides his hard cock out, then his hand grips it tight as he strokes. “See, all for you!” He growls out the words. His hips jerking as his breath rushes out his mouth.
A sly grin spreads over his face as he pulls out of the spot and heads to the party, his cock still out and standing tall.
What the actual fuck?
I can’t stop staring.
It stays hard, and at some point, during the drive, I reach over and touch it.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” he asks, eyes remaining firmly on the road ahead of us. My hand squeezes around him. “Last time we fucked, I was gentle, but I can’t promise that again.”
“What do you plan to do to me?” I ask, placing my hand back in my lap.
We pull to a stop, and I pay attention to my surroundings for the first time since we got on the road. In front of me is a mansion with expensive cars parked everywhere. Women—some with no tops on—are dancing on the green, manicured lawn. The double front doors are wide open, and as I open my car door, I hear the heavy beat of loud music ring through my ears.
“I wonder if I will make you run again,” Zuko muses.
“You’ll only chase me,” I reply over my shoulder.
He chuckles, and I love the sound of his deep rumble.
“Yes, I think I will.”
I move forward, not caring that it’s not my party and that I probably won’t know a single person there. Walking past the two topless girls, I can’t figure out if I’m overdressed or underdressed in my dark skinny jeans and black tee. I check over my shoulder to see if Zuko is watching them but he doesn’t even glance their way because his eyes are firmly on my ass. I continue until I see one of his brothers—the more bubbly, talkative one—on the table, dancing with three women around him.
“I thought they were twins. Isn’t this a party for both of them?” I ask Zuko as he comes up behind me.
“Kenzo doesn’t like to party,” he replies, placing his hand on my ass. I step away from his touch and head out back. There, I find his other brother sitting on the edge of the pool with an older man next to him. They both glance my way as Zuko comes to stand next to me.
“Happy birthday,” I say to his brother.
“Who invited you?”
I flick my thumb to the side and point to Zuko.
He nods and throws out a “thanks” as the older man next to him studies me. He isn’t old, but he is older than the three of them. Where Zuko appears to be in his mid-thirties, and the twins possibly late twenties or even early thirties, the other guy looks to be in his late forties, maybe even fifties, with salt and pepper hair and white beard. He stares at me as if I’m a threat, not a plaything. Okay, that’s a little odd. Who is this guy?
I can’t recall ever having a man stare at me like that before. I can’t say I like it.
“This is Pops,” Zuko says, nodding to the man.
Old Guy nods his greeting, and his attention is quickly diverted by a woman in an incredibly short red dress and bright-red heels stepping up behind him and tapping his shoulder.
“You better not be looking,” she warns as she throws her hair over her shoulder.
Kenzo shakes his head and turns back to us.
I hear two girls giggle in the pool, and on closer inspection, they are naked. “Do you swim, Alaska?” Kenzo asks, and they all look at me.
“Sure.”
Kenzo peels his shirt off, exposing a tattooed torso. Unlike his brother Kyson, who is clean, he’s covered almost completely in ink. After removing his pants, he slides into the pool, and the two women start to giggle. “You have to be naked to enter this pool.” He winks at me.