Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
“This is why I require Wren to not be at the table,” Keir says, sitting down.
“It’s fine. I’m fine.” I kiss her little cheek as she hides in my chest. “How about you take my seat while I go clean myself up.”
I feel Lucas’ eyes tracking my movements, but I don’t dare glance his way.
“I have something you can wear. Go to the bathroom, and I’ll bring you a pair of shorts,” Piper says as she stands up.
Moving my seat back carefully, I get up and excuse myself to the bathroom. I pull my jeans off with some difficulty as they are stuck to me and place them on the counter. The door starts to open and I smile, thinking it’s Piper, but he ducks in and shuts the door behind him.
“Lucas.”
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
“I have a feeling even if I was trying to avoid you, you would find a way to see me.”
“Always,” he replies, as a knock comes on the door.
Lucas opens it and I hear Piper’s voice. “Where is Chanel?” she asks.
Before I can reply, he does and shouts, “Busy,” then slams the door in her face, but not before taking the shorts from her.
“That was rude,” I tell him.
“I don’t care. Now, if you want to wear something over your panties to dinner, tell me why you’re avoiding me. You don’t want me to fuck you anymore?” He leans in. “For me to bend you over my knee and spank that ass?” His breath tickles my ear and I close my eyes for a second, just listening. There’s something about his voice that does things for me—dirty things. “For me to taste that sweet, sweet cunt?”
“How come you never edged me?” I answer his questions with one of my own.
Lucas pulls back, and his brows scrunch as he looks at me. “So you’ve been talking about me.”
I cross my arms over my chest. His eyes drop to my cleavage for a second before they come back to me. “No.”
I technically never asked for that info, it was given to me freely, so I am not lying.
“Edging is something that makes a woman come…hard.”
“I know what it is.”
Thanks to Piper, but again, he doesn’t need to know that.
“Then why did you ask why I never did it to you? Because we have some free time and a spare bathroom…” He steps up closer. “Though, you couldn’t scream this time with my mother right out there.” He licks his lips, and I have to remember to not fall for it. For him.
I snatch the shorts out of his grasp and he lets them go easily.
“I take that as a no, then.”
“You are correct.” I pull them on and smile when I see they fit. “You are so hot and cold. You know that, right?”
“It’s only because I’m not quite used to you yet,” he replies, surprising me.
“What do you need to get used to?” I ask.
Lucas shakes his head, apparently having enough of this conversation, and walks out. I wash my hands before I head out behind him, and he’s now seated in my seat next to his mother. Piper is in his seat, and the only empty seat is next to him. I look for Wren who’s on Keir’s lap at the other end of the table. For all his hard rules, he sure does break them for himself.
Everyone is eating, so I make my way over and slide out the chair next to Lucas.
“Eat,” Lucas orders, not even looking at me, but I know he’s talking to me. I ignore him and pull out my cell to check that Brody hasn’t messaged when I feel his breath on me. “What on earth would you do with that thing?” he asks, looking at my cell phone.
“My phone?” I ask, confused.
“That’s a flip phone. Who even has one of those anymore?” I feel eyes fall on me. “How do you take photos?”
“What do I need photos of?”
He huffs and leans in close. “I have a photo of when you came. I pull my cock to it whenever I feel the need.”
My eyes go wide at his words. “You do not.”
“Oh, I sooo do.” He smirks.
I can’t believe what he’s saying.
It can’t be true.
Can it?
No way.
I put my cell away and turn so I’m fully facing him. “Show me,” I demand.
Everyone is talking, so I’m hoping no one is paying us much attention.
“If you insist.” He reaches for his cell and pulls it out. He opens his photos, there’s only one and it’s of me.
Me.
Naked, head back, mouth open.
I snatch his cell from his hand and stand, my chair toppling over with my movement.
Everyone quietens and looks at us.
“Chanel. My phone.”
I gawk at the picture.
This can’t be real.
When did he take this?
How did I not notice him take the photo?