Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“If I leave you sleeping in my bed after we fuck, then I care about your presence. But this is fucking. Not a relationship or shit with emotions. I don’t do that.”
That cleared things up. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I didn’t.
“I didn’t call it anything. I didn’t assume we would ever do it again.” That was a lie, but one that was required.
Huck smirked. “You expect me to believe that?”
God, this man was full of himself. Did he think because he had a big dick with a piercing in it that did really amazing things that women worshipped at his feet? Probably. I wanted to hit him, but it would do no good. I’d seen his chest naked. It was a chiseled sculpture.
“As you know, this fucking thing is new to me. I wasn’t told the rules,” I snapped at him angrily.
His eyelids lowered, and he leaned closer to me. “You say fucking with that pretty little mouth again, and I’m going to shove my dick back into your tight pussy before it’s recovered.”
I swallowed hard. There he went with his dirty talking again. I said nothing. I wasn’t sure I trusted myself.
He ran a finger down the side of my face. “Good girl,” he whispered.
When he praised me with that endearment, I wanted to climb up his body and lick him. I was insane. Sex with this man had flipped some switch in me. I needed to find it and flip it back.
“Now, you’re gonna go back in that room, give them their beers, and bring your ass over and sit in my lap.”
“Are we playing pretend for them now?” I asked, shocking myself with my sass.
He grabbed my chin and leveled me with his gaze. “Don’t get smart with me. You don’t want to fuck with my territorial side.”
My bravado was now gone. I nodded.
That damn smirk was back, and then he turned and left me in the kitchen. I gripped the side of the island and took several deep breaths. I was wet and terrified at the same time. I didn’t know if I wanted him to fuck me or if I wanted to run away from him.
Picking up the beers, I walked back into the living room and took each of them a beer. Gage was watching me when I walked back over and didn’t sit in the seat beside him. I made my way over to Huck, who put his cigar back between his lips, then held out his hand for me. I took it as I eased down onto his lap.
Leaning back against his chest, I didn’t look at the other two men in the room. I watched the television. Yes, I was being obedient. Huck had told me what to do, and I had done it. This kind of behavior should annoy me. Any sane woman who had self-respect would have told him no.
I was so damn needy to belong. His ordering me around aroused me. I wanted to make him happy. I liked it when he called me a good girl, and that right there was screwed up. When he moved his hand to my thigh, I held my breath. I had on shorts tonight, and I wished it were a dress.
Huck took the cigar from between his lips, and I felt his warm breath near my ear. I could smell the whiskey on his breath.
“Open,” he said in my ear.
I glanced over to see the other two watching the television, then moved my right leg over to drape over his leg. His hand slid inside the leg of my shorts. The moment his fingers touched the soaked silk of my panties, he stopped.
“Go put on my shirt and nothing else,” he ordered me in a low whisper.
I was not going to argue. Standing, I headed for the stairs, then stopped and quickly changed the laundry over before hurrying upstairs to change into the T-shirt he had given me to use my first night here. Taking off my panties and bra before slipping it on, I made my way back down to the living room. Huck’s eyes locked on me when I entered, and the other two men didn’t seem to notice me. When I reached Huck, I realized he had a blanket beside him.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me down onto his lap, then covered me up. Once the blanket was over me, he pulled the shirt up to my waist. Knowing he didn’t want them to see me like this made my anger at him from earlier fade a little more. I didn’t understand him, but I liked that he wasn’t willing to share me. At least if he were willing, he wouldn’t care that I had on no panties and they could see me if they tried.