Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“A brat?” A bark of laughter leaves me. It quickly fades when I see her tits. The cold from the fridge has hardened her nipples. I can see them poking through her top “You need to change your bra or something. That’s not going to work for me.”
“And I work for you now.” She throws her hands up. “How the hell did you manage that?”
“Watch your mouth.”
“Seriously?!”
“Do you take me as the joking type?” Her pink tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip. All I can picture is pushing her to her knees and shoving my cock past those plump lips. I’m not sure that would teach her a lesson to watch her mouth, but I’d enjoy the fuck out of it.
“Archer,” she breathes, licking her bottom lip again.
“You thinking about sucking my dick, sweet girl?” The pink that hits her cheeks is instant. I didn’t know it was possible to blush so damn quick, but she did. She nods her head. “Be a good girl today at work and maybe I’ll let you.”
“You did not say that.” I clear the space between us.
“I did.” I lift up her shirt, giving her bra a tug until her tits fall out. Her tight little buds are begging for my mouth. I lean down and suck one. A moan leaves her. She arches her back, pressing her breast more into me. I release her nipple with a pop, going for the other one and giving that one the same attention. It takes everything in me to release her, but I know I have to or I’m going to fuck her on this kitchen island.
I want her to know this is about more than sex. That means keeping my cock out of her pussy. For now at least. It’s damn hard. Savannah might scream innocence, but her body is begging for sex. The way she lights up with only a few touches. She’s made to be loved.
“Now go change, or I’ll end up carving people’s eyes out of their skulls today. That won’t be good for work morale.” She blinks, my words breaking her out of her own dirty thoughts.
“Gross!” She scrunches her little button nose.
“Change or we’re not leaving here.” I run my hand down my face, taking a deep breath to try to calm myself down.
“Whatever.” She turns to leave. I give her ass a smack. She lets out a squeal and takes off through the house. Damn, I love that sound. A smile pulls at my mouth. It’s strange to have someone in my space, but now that she’s here, I can’t imagine it without her in it.
As much as I knew I wanted her, a part of me thought I might get her here and start to freak the fuck out. That I’d have to deal with some of my shit about not wanting people all up on me. I already knew I saw her differently than everyone else, but it’s truly settling in.
I think that’s part of why I let this cat and mouse game go on as long as I had. I wanted to really know where I stood with her. The last thing I wanted to do was mess with some sweet, innocent girl's head. I might be an asshole, but I’m not completely heartless.
Both Jason and I had fathers who played messed-up games with our mothers. There’s a lot of built-up anger and resentment for how they treated them inside of both of us. My mom might be a bit snotty at times, but she means well. She is a good mom. I never question if she loves me.
“What is this? You didn’t really pack the right stuff.”
“If you would have hopped to when I told you yesterday, you could have packed your own shit.”
It doesn’t really matter. I already called Pink from the club and asked her to get the rest of Savannah’s stuff. She’s taking a few of the prospects from the club with her to help. I didn’t want a bunch of the guys digging through my woman's clothes. I knew Pink could handle it.
“You’re a jerk. I’m not a dog for you to bark orders at.” She turns away from me.
“Sweetness.” I snag her by the wrist, pulling her to me. She doesn’t fight it. In fact, she pretty much lets herself fall into me, knowing I’ll catch her.
“I’m an asshole when I talk. I don’t mean things how they come out. I’ll do better.” She lifts her chin to peek up at me through her long lashes. She’s got the eyes of a doll. “I promise you nothing I say to you is meant to be cruel. I’ll handle your bags if you don’t want to pack them. You don’t got the shit you need, I'll get you new shit. That said, I think you like it when I give you orders and get pushy.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, but I’m not letting her out of this one. I let the silence stretch.