Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
“Don’t tell Moon—I wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings—but it was boring. I could have walked there faster and had more fun.”
“You just saved Moon’s life.”
Ginny frowned. “You’re joking.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
No, he definitely did not look like he was joking.
“Have you ever seen any of the other wives riding on the back of the brothers’ bikes to whom they aren’t married?”
“No, but I—”
“Doesn’t matter if they are married or not. It’s who the women belong to, ring or not. You belong to me; your ass doesn’t belong on any brother’s bike. Only mine.”
“I needed a ride, and I didn’t want to disturb you. I asked for whoever was watching me to take me. He did. How we got there is irrelevant.”
“It’s relevant to me. Your first time on a bike belonged to me, just like the first time you fucked belonged to me. You know something else? For the rest of your life, all your firsts belong to me.”
“Riding a motorcycle for the first time isn’t like having sex for the first time.”
“That’s because you haven’t ridden with me.”
How could discussing something as simple as a motorcycle ride leave her crotch melting?
Gavin wasn’t like cotton candy; he was cotton candy. The naughty images he invoked were sticking in places that had her pelvis unconsciously rubbing across his as the music dipped lower.
“Are you done playing this game, or can we go upstairs and fuck?”
Indecision about what to do next had her wanting to stay exactly where she was. Unconsciously, she bit her lip, thinking about the advice she had been given. Could she actually do it?
“I’m ready.”
Gavin dropped his arm from her neck to hook around her waist. Each step felt as if she were being led to the guillotine. As they slowly climbed the steps, Gavin dropped his hand to the curve of her ass. Suki ran in front them and down the hallway, patiently waiting for them.
Opening the door, Ginny let Suki run in first before going inside. Moving farther into the room, Ginny then turned to face the door, seeing Gavin shutting it. Staring into her eyes, he locked the door.
Unconsciously, Ginny took a step back. She couldn’t do this.
Feeling overwhelmed by the overt sexual intent he was displaying toward her was hard for a woman like her to take. Men didn’t normally look at her like they wanted to rip her clothes off and have their way with her.
Damn, Sex Piston was good. Too good. She had no idea what to do with the man who was stalking toward her like a lion entering his den. She could only do what she’d been advised.
The thought bubble broke when Gavin reached out to grab her by the throat, backstepping her to the bed. Ginny’s eyes frantically went around the room. Alighting on Suki, she debated calling for the dog that had sprawled out onto the dog bed, closing her eyes.
Reading her mind, he gave a satisfied smile. “Don’t. I’ll call Moses, and I’ll give her back.”
Ginny didn’t call for Suki. Gavin wasn’t hurting her. While he was holding her neck, it wasn’t tight and she could easily break free.
“Feel like playing a game?”
She really didn’t.
Why ask for advice if you’re not going to take it? she railed at herself.
Because Gavin is scaring the bejesus out of me, the saner part of her brain yelled back.
“What kind of game?”
“You have to do everything I say when it’s my turn.” Gavin hooked a finger over the zipper of her top. Ginny felt her heart race when he stroked his knuckle over the skin between her breasts. “Everything.”
“What do I do when it’s my turn?”
“The same. I’ll do everything you say.”
“What do I win?”
“The winner gets to set the punishment.”
“What if I really don’t want to do something you tell me to do?”
“Then say … nutcracker. The person who says it first loses. Any more questions?”
“No.”
“So”—Gavin slid her zipper down a centimeter—“are you ready to play with me?”
“Sure.” Ginny swallowed hard. “Why not?”
Gavin’s lips curled into the smile that made her both frightened and excited. She was really beginning to dread that smile.
“Who gets to go first?”
“First time player always gets to go first.” Gavin removed his hand from her clothes and her neck. Giving her a mocking bow, he swept his arm in front of him. “What would you like me to do?”
Ginny licked her lips. Taking a glance at the clock, she committed the time to memory. She had a feeling, during this game, seconds could be a matter of winning and losing.
She would start with something easy. “Take your shirt off.”
Gavin brought his hand behind his back to grab the material and pull his shirt off.
“Take your shoes and socks off.”
Gavin went to the bottom of the bed to sit, removing his shoes and socks. Then he stood.