Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Can we rain check on going out and stay in instead?” Ezra takes a sip of his coffee. I’m sure the other one is for Parker. Boston and Theo have yet to make their presence known here, and the only reason Parker has come in is because of Nessa.
“Yeah, my place or yours?” Ezra asks with a crooked smile, knowing what that does to me.
“Yours. It’s closer to the coffee shop. At least this way, I won’t have to get out of bed an hour earlier to get here on time,” I answer.
“I like the way you think.” I watch as Ezra leaves his drinks on the counter. The only other customer is in the other part of the shop, where we sell second-hand books.
“Ezra,” I warn him not to do what he’s about to do, but I’m unable to head him off with his tall, muscular body, watching as he makes his way around the corner until all that’s left for me to do is turn toward him and prepare for the inevitable.
“Millie.” Yep, nothing is going to stop him. His head dips down, his lips touch mine, and if I knew it was going to be a light peck, I’d have no issue. But that’s not what Ezra is after, and he won’t stop until he has his way. His hands grab my hips, pulling me close as his tongue sweeps across my lower lip, coaxing me to open for him, and there’s no way I can refuse him. Not when my tongue meets his so willingly, allowing him to take over the kiss. My body is plastered to him, and we have a full-blown make-out session behind the counter at my place of work.
“Have a good day,” he murmurs when our kiss ends, and like usual, he’s leaving me wanting more. Ezra can work my body like nobody’s business. I’m talking multiple orgasms. That big-dick energy of his is top notch, and even though he’s currently heading out the door, he’s also left me breathless, wet, and needy, all while I’m still in a stupor from only a kiss.
TWO
Ezra
“Finally.” I walk into the meeting room, both cups of coffee from Books and Brews in my hand, when Parker welcomes me by himself. Apparently, Theo and Boston won’t be joining us. Millie’s flavorful scent is still lingering on my body from how she plastered herself to me while I was taking her mouth, always so greedy the second I’m near.
“Where are the other two?” I ask Parker. I don’t bother with pleasantries. He’s my brother even though we don’t share blood. What we share is thicker than any familial ties you could form—we both fought our way through our home life when we were kids, including each other. A fist fight, kids gathering around, each of us attempting to hurt the other with anything we could instead of feeling like we should. Parker made it less unscathed than me, healing himself. That’s not the case with me. I come with baggage and beliefs that have people shaking their heads.
“Boston is out of town in New Orleans still. Not sure he’ll be coming back anytime soon, if he has his way. Theo is running late, told me we’ll catch up later. Is that my coffee?” I don’t respond as I take the last sip out of my own, knowing that one isn’t going to tide me over.
“Fuck, Boston may as well pack his shit and say goodbye to New York forever. I take you did what he asked you not to and took the heat that his politician daddy was going to take out on his son. And no, you’re not getting my coffee. Get your lazy ass out of bed earlier, hit the coffee shop, or make it yourself, or, if you’re lucky, Nessa will make you a cup,” I tell Parker as I take a seat to his left, grabbing the folder he placed in the middle of the table.
“Huh, is that the excuse you’re going with? It’s not because there’s something else between you and Millie?” In all actuality, this cup was meant to be his. That’s not happening now. One cup isn’t going to do near enough to keep me awake and focused for the day since Millie wakes up earlier than anyone else I know, some of that her own doing, sometimes with her mouth wrapped around my cock. Other days, because she’s doing the absolute most at Books and Brews, more than any other manager would, I’d say.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Playing dumb is better than admitting anything to my brother. I know he’ll throw the phrase ‘What comes around goes around’ in my face. I’m no fucking idiot.
“So, you’re saying I should call Mom, let her know that you and Millie are in a relationship, tell her to pop in tonight to meet her, kind of like you did to me?” Fucker. I see with that smirk and the arch of his eyebrow that karma is most definitely a bitch, and if I don’t shut this shit down, his mom, my adopted mother, Krista, will most definitely make a trip into the city, use her key, and make herself known to Millie.