Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
My arms are still locked above my head and his thigh is pressed against me as I hump his leg, just like he demanded. It doesn’t take long for my muscles to tighten. And then I’m exploding, moaning out my orgasm. My hips continue to buck until the last shudder has been wrung from me and I wilt against him.
“Tell me, Delilah,” he whispers harshly in my ear.
No further explanation is necessary.
“I belong to you.”
“That’s right. And just like I told you before, I’ll you use you any damn time I want. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He crushes his body against mine until I feel the thick length of his erection pressing insistently against me. Our gazes cling for a long heartbeat before he steps away and slips from the cramped space. As I attempt to find my bearings, my attention lands on Aubrey, who loiters outside the restroom.
The moment our gazes catch, she frowns and swings around, taking off after Austin. My hands shake as I tuck an errant lock of hair behind my ear and draw in an unsteady breath.
I can’t help but wonder how I’ll make it through this weekend intact.
Perhaps the real question is if I’ll make it through this weekend.
DELILAH
By the time we pull up in front of the massive, two-story beach house, I’m more than ready to escape the suffocating confines of the SUV. I need a little breathing room to find my equilibrium. The intensity of Austin’s dark gaze watching my every move through the rearview mirror the past couple hours has set my nerves on edge.
The five of us exit the vehicle as Austin pops the hatch and pulls out the suitcases. No surprise, Aubrey has the most luggage with three oversized Louis Vuitton bags. Everyone else has one. When I lean over to pick up mine, Duke grabs the thick strap along with his own.
“I’ve got it,” he tells me, gently knocking my hand away.
“Are you sure?”
He flashes a rare smile. “Yup. No problem.”
From the corner of my eye, I watch the muscle in the other boy’s jaw tic.
“Would you mind helping with my bags, Austin?” Aubrey flutters her mascara-laden lashes in his direction. “They’re so heavy.”
He rips his narrowed gaze from me before focusing on the girl at his side. “Yeah, sure.”
With an overly bright smile beamed in his direction, she steps closer and lays a hand on his bicep. “You’re just so big and strong. It must be from all the working out you do. I’d love to start weightlifting. Maybe when we return to Hawthorne, we could do it together and you can show me some of your moves.”
Her double meaning isn’t lost on me.
Or, apparently, Duke.
With a roll of his whiskey-colored eyes, he heads up the front porch stairs. I ignore the couple and trail after him, wanting to put as much distance as I can between myself and Austin.
I’m sure Aubrey will continue vying for his attention throughout the long weekend. Maybe it would be better for everyone involved if he turned his interest elsewhere. That thought has an unwanted prick of jealousy blooming to life inside me and I quickly stomp it out, not wanting to dwell on it.
“Guess that leaves me to grab my own bag,” Everly mutters, picking up her suitcase and dragging it to the porch.
“I’ll take your bag,” I say with a small smile.
She snorts. “Nah, I’m good.”
As soon as Duke throws open the heavy front door, raised voices and laughter greet our ears. By the number of cars parked in the drive, we’re probably the last ones to arrive.
My belly trembles at the thought of who might be waiting inside. Especially since Aubrey is staying at Kingsley’s and not with Sloane and the rest of the crew at Jasper’s, which means there’s a good chance I’ll run into them this weekend.
No matter where I go, Jasper will find a way to wreak havoc. It’s what he does best. The thought of having to be constantly on guard or fighting him off is exhausting.
There’s only one thing I’m looking forward to, and that’s walking the beach and snapping photographs. This is my first time visiting Lake Michigan, and I can’t wait to get out and explore the area. I’ve done a little research online, and from what I can tell, the sandy dunes are beautiful and there’s a lighthouse within walking distance.
The point of this retreat might be to bond with my classmates, but that’s the last thing on my mind. All I need to do is make it through this weekend without any further incidents. With any luck, life will once again return to normal. It’s the only hope I have to cling to at this point.
As I step inside the double story foyer, my gaze bounces around the spacious interior, attempting to take everything in at once. The walls are painted in muted tones of sea glass, and there’s a sparkling crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Plush runners cover both the curving staircase that leads to the second floor and the ocean of hardwood that stretches throughout the hallway. I’ve only taken a few steps inside his home, but it’s obvious that Kingsley’s beach house is just as luxurious as his mansion in Hawthorne.