Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Merrick moves away from Soren’s nipple, kissing down his stomach to join their hands. Then he dips lower to take Soren’s cock into his mouth, sucking him off while I continue to pound into him.
My climax is close when Fiora stands up from her chair, crossing the room to join us on the ground. She kneels next to me, reaching out to stroke my back. A moan escapes my lips as she reaches around to wrap her hand around my cock where it disappears inside Soren.
“Come,” she whispers into my ear. “Come hard.”
Her request drives me over the edge. Grabbing onto Soren’s legs for leverage, I slam into him with a force that shakes us all. My climax rips through me like lightning through a stormy sky, sending wave after wave of pleasure to every inch of my body.
Sweat-soaked and panting heavily, I still myself inside of Soren as I come down from my high. Fiora withdraws and retreats to her chair where she curls up with a satisfied smile.
“I fucking loved that. So much that I think I’ve discovered the secret to a happy marriage.”
Fiora is still curled up in her chair, apparently thoroughly satisfied, her eyes heavy-lidded and dreamy as she watches us with a languorous smile.
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” she says with a nod.
Chapter 33
Braken
I crush the carton of orange juice between my fist as I read the text message from Nexxor.
It’s a burner phone. Not much to go on. I’ve kept an eye on it but it hasn’t pinged any towers, maybe he’s kept it switched off.
I read it four times before I throw the phone onto Fiora’s dining room table. This morning has already been full of shitty news. A search of James’s house proved useless. The only things in his apartment were remnants of an absolutely paranoid man. It’s like he was preparing for doomsday. Newspapers on the windows, a collection of firearms with the serial numbers filed off, knives taped to the backs of cabinet doors and the undersides of sinks. And in his messy bedroom closet, a duffle bag full of cash without a note.
James’s phone is as helpful as his house. After Merrick and Soren left last night, Soren spent the night going through it. James had a major problem with drugs, hookers, and debts. It’s no wonder he was on his last saving grace before being in jail for life. But other than a few disgusting videos and pictures Soren said he never wanted to see again, his phone was clean.
I must admit Mr. Silk has the upper hand right now. Between Mr. Silk’s burner phone, empty house, and useless phone, we don’t have much to go on.
I run my hands through my unkempt morning hair and lean back in the chair. Think, Braken. Since they haven’t come after anyone else, not even a threat to the other Godwins, this can only be someone close to Mason. If this was a power move for the Godwin business, there would have been a hit on Hector or Fiora would have already been taken out.
Fiora. When I close my eyes, I can still see her spread for me on the table, her taste fresh on my lips. My cock throbs when I remember how she moaned my name.
Her bedroom door clicks open. Speak of the devil. I like seeing she’s a morning person like me. As I pour her a cup of coffee from the pot I just brewed, I pick up my coffee from the table as she enters the room.
“I was hoping you liked your beauty rest,” I joke, running a hand along my scraggly facial hair. “Give me time to clean up before you wake.”
“Your face isn’t the only thing that needs cleaning up.”
Fiora points to the living room. Clothing is strung about, a few picture frames have fallen over, and someone’s belt is still on the ground. I never even noticed.
“We had a good time last night.” I shrug and take a sip of my coffee while Fiora reaches for hers.
Fiora stands up and casually asks, “So what’s on the agenda today?”
I’m taken aback by her question. We’ve never discussed what either of us has planned for the day.
“Is there something you have in mind?” I counter, liking the idea of not rushing out the door and being away from her.
“Take me out.”
“Take you out?” I tilt my head at her curiously, which only makes her sigh.
“The only time we have been together, we… well... We haven’t done anything normal. Things a couple should be doing. I want to go out. The two of us.”
Realization sinks in faster than the coffee. She’s ready to announce our engagement. Being seen together in public will get the tabloids buzzing. Being seen with that diamond on her finger will send them into a frenzy. Has Hector called her and given her the same pressure my father gave me?