Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
We sit in silence while Shelly cooks, both of us brooding for different reasons. He’s afraid I’m going to drag him out of the closet kicking and screaming while I’d rather not think about the fact I sucked his dick not even an hour after he had dinner with my sister. By the time breakfast is finished, we’re forced into some cheery conversation with Shelly over an amazing meal. She may be a talker, but it’s times like these it sure comes in handy.
“I appreciate breakfast,” Jax says. “That was thoughtful.”
“Anytime, hon,” Shelly chirps. “I’m going to get this mess cleaned up and then I’m headed for a meeting with Mr. Lopez.”
Hans Lopez is the contractor we’ve hired. So far he’s been extremely thorough, but something behind my sister’s eyes tells me maybe something has gone wrong that she’s sparing me from.
“What happened?” I demand.
“Nothing,” she cries out. “Jesus, Dante, stop trying to read my mind all the time. I can handle ‘issues’ that come up. Remember, I helped you run Kincaid Corp. You didn’t do it all by yourself.”
Someone’s defensive.
“Whatever. Do your thing, brat. Let me know if I need to lay down the law.” I smirk Jax’s way. “Or we could ask Jax to.”
His jaw clenches. “Hans is a great guy. But if he’s giving you problems, I can—”
“Ugh, men,” Shelly gripes, cutting him off. “He’s a perfectly nice man and we’re going to discuss a gazebo if you must know. If I need two alpha males to come defend my honor, I’ll ping you both in a group text.”
Chuckling, I stand and pass her my plate. “Testy. I’m taking that as our cue to start our ‘no girls allowed’ meeting pronto. We’ve got to figure out a plan of action when you come crying to us for help.”
She flips me off as she walks into the kitchen.
Turning to Jax, I let out a sigh. “Let’s get this over with.”
Jaxson
This is a mistake.
I thought coming here to undo last night’s mistake was what I needed to do, but it’s clear I’m only further tumbling into this hole I dug for myself. First, breakfast with both the woman I went on a date with and her brother who blew me. Now, I’m stuck walking behind his half-naked body, forgetting every goddamn thing I came here to say.
What was so hard about putting on a shirt?
Did he have to answer the damn door looking fucking lickable?
My mouth waters as I watch the way his muscular ass tightens through his sweats with each step he takes. The material hangs low, revealing just a hint of his ass crack. I can’t look away. I’m sporting a chub all because I’ve apparently got a thing for a good-looking man in sweats.
Masculine, dominating men are not my type.
I have one type.
Kian.
Cute and fun and a little mouthy at times.
Slender build with a hint of muscle. Sexy taste in clothes. Pretty, plump lips.
Not this. Not Dante fucking Kincaid. Part man, part hot vampire. Rather than thinking about what I came here to tell him, all I can do is replay the wet, eager way with which he swallowed my dick. I’d loved every fucking second of it…until it was over.
Regret smacks me in the face, once again reminding me of my purpose. As we walk into an office that smells like his expensive New York cologne, I’m able to find my resolve. I straighten my spine and cross my arms over my chest as he closes the door.
“If you’re here to ask for another blowjob, then ask,” Dante taunts, his evil hazel eyes glinting. “Or maybe you’re here to return the favor instead.”
I clench my jaw, trying like hell to look anywhere but the dark happy trail that dips below the waistband of his sweats. I’d felt him pressed against me last night. His cock, like my own, was thick and impressive. As he rubbed on me, his tongue dancing with mine, I’d wanted to see and touch it—to compare the both of us as I stroked us together in my hand.
“Oh,” Dante states, leaning his ass against his desk. “You must be here to tell me how much you regret last night. That it was all a terrible mistake. How you’re in love with Kian and I need to stay away…or else. Am I close?”
I scrub my palm down over my face, letting out a heavy sigh before walking over to the large window with an incredible view. With my back to him, I can think clearer. Being forced to stare at his perfectly chiseled chest and abs, I’m going dick crazy.
“I’m straight,” I lie, even wincing at the words as I hear them.
Dante laughs. “Tell your dick that.”
“Dante.” I scowl at him over my shoulder. “Stop being an asshole for five seconds so I can get this out.”