Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 40(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 40(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
“Baby,” he coos, and Arina gobbles it up.
The two parties combine, and I feel left out. I know it’s wrong to feel that way, but I’ve been drinking, and I’m in my feelings. Naturally, the bridesmaids pair off with the single groomsmen, leaving me left out because Peter is married and his wife is here.
“Is this seat taken?” A deep voice asks. I look up, and it’s Aric.
“No, please sit down,” I say, scooting over. “How… Why… Why are you here?” I’m confused.
“I went to the bar for a drink and met Hoyt. We went to Yale together. Same frat. He invited me out dinner.”
“I see. Yale. That’s interesting.”
“Where did you go to college? Or are you still in college?”
“UNC. I already graduated.”
“Tell me more about public relations,” he says.
“Like you don’t know? Mr. Big Time Director? I don’t know how I thought you were your brother. The subtle differences are there.”
“I thought the same thing when I saw your sister.”
“Twin power,” I reply, taking a sip of my champagne.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“You’re not my father,” I reply as sassily as I can manage. He leans in closer to me, right by my ear.
“No, angel, I’m not your father, but I could be your daddy,” he growls, making me shiver.
“You wanna be my daddy? Take care of me? I’m not into any of that stuff, but when you say it, it makes me want it.”
“Truth be told, I am not either, but one look at you and I want to take care of you.”
“How would you take care of me?” I ask, my words dripping with double meaning.
“In every way, Ariana. Let me worship you and you’ll see.”
“Worship me? That’s downright blasphemous,” I say with mock horror.
“Are you religious?”
“Church on Sunday and the holidays, but I believe in all that, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Religion isn’t my thing, but I’d worship the hell out you, angel.”
“Yeah?” I whisper, leaning as close to him as possible. For the first time, I realize he hasn’t looked once at the strippers. His sole focus has been on me. “You aren’t watching the show.”
“The only naked, dancing girl I want to watch is you, Ariana. Will you let me have you?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Let’s get out of here, angel.”
I take his offered hand and let him lead me out of the club. Arina is in good hands with her future husband.
I don’t understand this primal urge I have that is leading me right to him, but I can’t say that I care too much right now.
I want him.
I want to love him.
It should be that easy.
FOUR
ARIC
With two limos at the club, Ariana got hers to take us back to the lodge and then go back for the rest of the group. Hand in hand, we walk up to the suite as calmly as possible. All that talk of worship has me wanting to do just that.
“What do we do now?” she asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. She kicked her shoes off as soon as we walked in the door, and I am doing that now.
“Fuck, angel.”
“You want to fuck?” she asks, confused.
“No… well, yes, but that’s not all this is. Can’t you feel this heat between you and me?”
“I can.” She looks at me intently.
“Are you drunk?” I ask, needing to make sure that this decision is firmly in her hands.
“Not anymore,” she says, uncrossing her long legs.
“Good. Good.” I move closer to her and pull her up to her bare feet. Leaning down, I place my lips on hers and kiss her. Instantly, everything else fades but us. Her arms wrap around my waist, and her hands bunch up in my shirt. My hands wrap around the ends of her long blonde hair and tug her this way and that. She moans into my mouth when I sweep my tongue into her mouth. She sucks in several deep breaths when I let her go. I grin and lift her shirt over her head, tossing it to my right. Then I move down to my knees and pop the button on her jeans open before peeling them down her legs. She steps out of them. I watch as goosebumps pop up on her legs when my fingers graze her skin as I move back up to peel her panties down.
It’s my turn to suck in a breath as I part her legs, just a little, before burying my face in what can only be described as Heaven. Her sweetness hits my tongue, and it’s like the best, most expensive drug. Addicting and perfect. She moans and grips my hair tightly. Fuck. I could come just from eating her little pussy, and that’s not what I want. I want to be deep inside of her before that happens. Filling her with my seed and knocking her up, tying her to me forever, is my new goal.