Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Jett’s eyes, which were lasered on me, turn to his mom. “From scratch? Does that mean you’re finally using my Christmas gift?” He flashes her a smile that is almost identical to Brett’s. As all three of them walk toward yet another area of the house, his dad stays glued to the TV.
“You two go along. I’ll be right there,” he grumbles.
“Nice, Dad. Takes the pressure off me for being late.” Brett grins at his dad who gives us a distracted grunt as we pass.
“I love this house,” I say as I look out the massive windows to the backyard, the pool glittering like broken mirrors in the setting sun.
“It’s big, way too big for my parents now, but my mom loves it, and my dad lives to make her happy.” His fingers lace with mine as I bite my lower lip and nod, trying to remain unaffected, but the way it feels when he touches me? It’s intimate, like we’re in our own world. Brett makes everything heightened, so just a look can make me feel unique, yet his touch burns.
“Is that you?” I stop to look at all the photos. There have to be at least fifty on the wall. Baby shots of Brett and Jett, family shots, graduations, weddings.
I move closer to examine one and smile. It’s Brett diving in midair off a cliff that looks like it may never end.
“Yep.” He laughs as he tries to pull me along.
“You’re crazy. Look at you.” I point at another one of him on a dirt bike. I know he said he does extreme sports, but I had no idea.
“You’re an adrenaline junkie,” I state.
He stops and looks down at me. “Probably.” His hand reaches for my chin, and he rubs my lips back and forth with his thumb, then shoves it deep in my mouth.
“Suck,” he growls as my pussy clenches.
Obsessed.
It’s the only way I can describe this. Because I can’t control myself. My brain screams danger over and over. He’s reckless, scary, and exhilarating. And I almost lower myself to my knees and take out his cock.
I would.
That’s how out of control I am. His eyes darken and narrow while he watches me suck.
“That’s it, baby.” Pulling his thumb out, he murmurs into my mouth, “You like the rush too.” I close my eyes, my whole body tingling with this pull, this raging need I have for him.
“Yes. I do.” I’m accepting the truth. Why lie? I do get off on him taking me to the edge.
“Look at me,” he demands.
My eyes open, and his intense gaze holds mine, locking us in our own cocoon. And this is the moment I stop lying to myself. I’m through beating myself up. I may get hurt, but I can accept that. Because at the end of the day, I choose him. I’m gambling for the first time in my life, and win or lose, at least I can say I’ve lived. A slow smile graces his lips as if he knows my thoughts.
“Oh, there you guys are.” Raven comes around the corner. “Natalie sent me to get you.” Her eyes go from me to Brett, a knowing smile on her face. “We’re outside on the patio.” She points, then walks around us.
Jesus, I need to pull myself together. Next thing you know, I’ll be thinking I’m in love with him, and that can’t happen.
“Let’s get this over with,” he grumbles, taking my hand.
“Oh, Brett.” His mom turns as we come out the French doors to an outside patio encased in wisteria. Small bistro lights hang from the rafters. Bottles of wine, along with bread and olive oil, are set up on a large table covered in a colorful tablecloth.
“Look at what Raven and Jett brought back from Italy.” She turns in her chair, motioning to the table. An incredibly large charcuterie board filled with prosciutto, cheeses, and what looks like buffalo mozzarella and anchovies sits in the middle. The smell of fresh-baked bread fills the air, and it’s only then that I see the built-in, wood-fired oven with two baguettes in it. My eyes take in the full effect of the backyard. Gray stone leads out to the pool, succulent plants spill out of the large pots, and is that a putting green?
“You baked bread?” Brett sounds shocked as he holds the chair for me.
“No, Chef Chris dropped the bread off this morning. I can’t seem to master that yet.” She sighs, then smiles at me kindly.
“I really love your house.”
“Aw, thank you. It’s taken me thirty years to get it this way, and now Charlie is trying to talk me in to moving to the beach.” She takes a sip of her wine.
“What’d I do now?” Brett’s dad grumbles as he and Raven walk out.
“Charlie, don’t you dare put that game on,” Natalie snaps, and he bursts into laughter as a television rises up out of what I thought was a bench to our left. He gives her a kiss on the top of her head.