Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
“You know I’m always thirsty,” Jonathan says lazily.
My cheeks heat. I grab two bottles of water.
I feel his gaze on me the whole time and it’s mildly irksome.
“Thank you,” he says condescendingly as I pass him a bottle.
The kitchen feels too small sometimes when he’s in it. This is one of those times.
He’s in my space now because he came over to look at the ring. I don’t want to walk over and stand right by him, but I need to clean up and he’s in my way.
He can sense my reluctance to stand close to him. A decent person might move to spare me the discomfort, but he leans against the counter and crosses his arms, waiting to see what I’ll do.
God, he’s such a jerk.
I sigh and roll my eyes at him, then walk over and hip bump him out of my way. “Move, you brat.”
His smirk transforms into a grin. “I’m older than you, stray. You can marry my dad and live your best trophy wife life all you want, but you’re never gonna be my stepmom.”
“That’s what you think,” I say saucily, grabbing the knife and cutting board off the counter and moving them to the sink. “Until I ground you.”
“You can try,” he says smoothly, looking over at me and letting his eyes travel down my body. “We’ll see who ends up grounded.”
I feel my face warming, but before I have to respond, Milo cuts in. “Why don’t you go get your brother and tell him it’s time to come downstairs for the night.”
Jonathan’s gaze flickers over his shoulder to look back at his father. He doesn’t appear to appreciate being shooed, but he turns and heads for the stairs, anyway.
“Good call,” I say, nodding now that Jonathan is out of earshot. “Get rid of the troublemaker.”
Milo smirks, moving off his seat and walking over to me. I’m still in the process of cleaning up the mess I made preparing dinner, but when he catches me around the waist and pulls me against him, I leave it and wrap my arms around him instead.
“I’ll finish cleaning up,” he tells me. “Why don’t you go upstairs, too. Change out of those clothes and into something you can relax in for the rest of the night.”
“Mm,” I murmur as he leans down to steal a kiss. “Any requests?”
“Something sexy. No panties.”
Awareness tingles down my spine and dances over my nerve endings. “But we won’t be alone. The boys will be down here.”
“So wear a robe over it,” he says simply, letting his hand slide down to the small of my back, then lower to grab my ass before his fingers push between my thighs. Even with the stiff denim between us, heat gathers low in my belly. “I just want to know this pretty pussy is bare and within reach,” he rumbles, stealing another kiss on the lips.
I sigh against his mouth, then nip gently at his lips. “Why are you so sexy?”
He chuckles, gently tugging me away so he can finish cleaning up. When I turn to go, he smacks me on the ass.
I toss a flirty look at him over my shoulder, and I’m still a bit flushed when I start up the stairs.
So I’m still a bit flushed when I encounter Jonathan in the hallway outside Jet’s room. He’s on his way back down, but he stops when he sees me coming up.
“Miss me?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes. I couldn’t bear to be away from you for 65 seconds.”
He nods like that’s what he expected. The hall is wide enough so I just keep walking, but he turns and follows me toward his dad’s room.
Not too long ago, that would have worried me, but I’m a lot more comfortable with him now.
I still don’t want him following me into Milo’s room, though.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Changing clothes.”
“What’s wrong with those ones?”
I smile cheekily as I stop outside the bedroom door. “Your dad wants me out of them.”
His eyebrows rise with interest. “You always do what he tells you to?”
“Of course I do.”
“What a good little slut,” he says almost affectionately. “Need some help?”
“I think I can manage,” I assure him.
“You sure? I can help you with that zipper.”
Since I’m wearing a cashmere sweater and jeans and not a dress with a zipper down the back, I cock an eyebrow at him. Then his gaze drops to the zipper of my jeans and my cheeks heat.
“Wow, really?”
He smirks. “I’m just saying.”
“I’m an engaged woman,” I remind him, opening the door and backing into the bedroom.
“Not a dealbreaker for me,” he says, but thankfully doesn’t try to follow me in.
“Engaged to your dad.”
“Still not hearing anything that gets in the way of me giving you a quick orgasm before we head back downstairs.”
I crack a smile and close the door in his face. “You’re crazy.”