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)
“Why?” I snap.
“Because you look angry,” she snaps back. “And clearly your brother and parents disapprove of me.”
“I don’t give a fuck what other people think.” Looking straight ahead, I accelerate onto PCH.
Alex takes a breath and reaches up to grab onto the oh-shit handle. She watches me zigzag around cars but stays silent. I’m wound up too tight. She’s right. I am angry, and it’s not even at Jett; it’s at myself. I just had to push the boundaries, dare anyone to confront me. Well, much like I’m not impressed with Jett, I guess the same could be said about him. I pull into my garage and turn off my car.
“You might want to get your stuff and let me take you home.” I look over at her. She puffs out some air, her lips slightly open as she nods and swallows.
“If that’s what you want.” Her hand reaches for the door handle, but I grab her arm.
“What I want?”
She looks at me, her breath coming in small pants that makes my cock throb with need.
“I want your ass. I want to be in every fucking hole you have,” I hiss.
She tries to swallow, her eyes locked onto mine, and that need that’s eating me up is mirrored in hers.
“Okay.” She pulls her arm away and steps out.
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“Okay.” My eyes follow her as she climbs out of the car and starts toward my door. This is when I tell her no. Just pick up her stuff, take her arm, and dump her off at Skylar’s. Instead, I’m unlocking the door and dipping my head to smell her addictive scent as she passes. My eyes narrow as I adjust to the dark room. Alex spins on her heels, the moonlight finding her and caressing her form as I submit to my demons.
Fuck, maybe Jett is right, and I’m losing it. Because my cock is leading this madness, and tonight I’m gonna take what’s mine.
Mine.
Alex slowly peels off her dress, then shimmies out of her G-string, tossing both items onto the floor as she walks toward the bedroom. My eyes focused on her tight ass.
Adrenaline spikes through me. I grab a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and follow her, then stop at the entrance. The lights are on, and Alex sits on the end of my bed, naked, with nothing on but her heeled sandals, waiting for me like the fucking downfall she very well may be.
I unscrew the bottle and toss the top on my dresser. When I take a swig of the spicy liquid, the sting makes my dick harder as it goes down my throat.
“Come here, Alexandrea.”
She swallows and nods, preparing to stand.
“Crawl,” I demand, submitting to my darkness. This craving that’s eating me up like a disease will be cured tonight.
She hesitates, then slides to her knees, getting on all fours. Power surges through me. My pulse pounds as she slowly places one hand after another. Her ass… fuck, her ass almost teases me while she moves toward me on all fours.
“Do you trust me?”
She’s taking short breaths. Her hair, which she’s let down, falls on either side of her like a dark waterfall. Reaching down, I caress it, then jerk her up to a kneeling position. Leaning her head back, she locks eyes with mine.
“Yes.” Her voice is almost a whisper, but I don’t need to hear her, to feel her own darkness needing to be freed.
“Drink.” I take another swig, then place the tip at her lips. She allows me to give it to her. “We need to work on this.”
The brown liquor trails down her lips, finding its way to her full tits. My other hand tightens in her hair. She tries to breathe through the burn.
“Again.”
Her eyes widen, glistening with tears at the sting of the whiskey, though this time she swallows fast.
“Good girl.”
When I set it down, she exhales, and I can almost taste the bourbon from her mouth.
“Now, go to my nightstand.”
She blinks and swallows. I see a flicker of fear and close my eyes and count in my head because I have to get a handle on myself. I’m ready to blow my load already.
“’Kay.” Her voice sounds raspy.
I open my eyes to watch her rise gracefully. While I pull off my shirt, she pulls out my nightstand drawer and stares down, then looks back at me.
“Bring me the lube,” I demand, unbuttoning my jeans.
“’Kay.” She nods, her eyes like giant emeralds.
She licks her lips. I smile and kick off my jeans, cupping my hard balls, my cock already leaking.
“Brett…” She clears her throat.
“Yeah, baby? Scared?” Her eyes dash to mine, then back to the drawer. As I approach, her eyes trail down to my throbbing erection. “I asked if you trusted me. This won’t work if you don’t.” I reach for her chin.