Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“I scored a goal tonight,” I tell her when I get close enough to her. “I need a celebration.” I smile at her while she puts her phone away.
“I think I can manage to whip something together,” she says while she crosses her arms over her chest. “So my father says I don’t have to accompany you to the party. That Cooper will be there and there’s no need for me.”
My eyebrows pinch together while my hands go to my hips. “Really?” I ask her, almost taunting her.
“Really,” she counters, her eyes almost gleaming with mischief.
I turn away to walk back into the room when her hand reaches out, grabbing me. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to go call your father and ask him if he knows of a good strip club around here since I won’t have a chaperone. Maybe take some of the guys.”
Her hand drops. “You wouldn’t.”
I walk to her. “You seem to forget there’s almost nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure you're with me, by my side.” I lean down and whisper in her ear, “I even packed the cuffs.”
“You are a barbarian,” she says with her teeth clenched shut.
“Meh.” I shrug. “I’ve been called worse.” I smile at her. “Give me thirty. I’ll be done.” I turn to walk away. “Oh, and, Karrie, don’t dare me either.” I walk away while she curses and starts talking about me under her breath, nothing good by the way.
We make it to the hotel where Mom and Cooper are staying. I booked us one room. The front desk greets us by Mr. and Mrs. Grant. Something about that makes me want to puff out my chest and bang on it. Karrie, on the other hand, sneers at me, waiting for me to finish. We have about two hours before we have to meet up with everyone. We walk into our suite that’s all windows.
“Hmmm, I want to see you bent over in front of those windows while I fuck you.”
“Seriously, that’s what you think about?” she asks, putting her bag on the floor while she grabs her phone and keys. “Okay, I’m gone. See you later.”
“Where are you going?” I ask her, confused.
“Shopping. I need a dress.” She turns to walk away with my hand slamming the door closed right before she goes to walk out. I reach around, grabbing her cell phone and her keys. “You don’t need these to shop for a dress.” I also grab her purse, taking out her wallet. Once I have her wallet I walk to the wall safe, throwing everything inside and arming it with a code. “There, that’s settled. Besides, I already bought you a dress. It’s hanging in the closet.”
“You are really going to keep me here against my will?” she asks while she leans against the door. “I don’t want to go.”
I walk to her, taking her face in my hands while my thumbs rub her smooth cheeks. “Baby.”
“What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m not good enough for you?” she says quietly. “What if we don’t get along?”
“Babe, number one, how won’t they like you? If I think you're good enough for me, it’s all that matters. The question is, am I good enough for you? I know I'm not, but I’d fucking die before I let someone prove me right.” I kiss her lips while I squeeze her face. “How can you not get along with them? You are already on their good side. You make me happy. That’s all my parents want for me.” I smile. “Now go make yourself beautiful.” I kiss her, walking to the closet, taking out the dress I bought online and had delivered. “Here.” The only thing is I wasn’t ready for the sight that was before me when she stepped out of the bathroom two hours later.
She looks amazing in her figure-skimming white dress. The top is off-the-shoulders with sexy little sleeves that cling to her biceps, and the dress hugs her in all the right places as it tapers down her thighs to stop just above her knees. Her thick hair hangs loose around her bare shoulders. “Fuck me” is the only thing I know to say because she is beautiful beyond words, beautiful beyond anything I could expect, beautiful beyond my wildest dreams.
“Don’t you dare come near me, Matthew Grant. I’m not going to show up to meet your parents with you making my hair all crazy and wrinkling my dress.”
I look down at her shoes, gold high heels with three bands, one at her toes, one around her middle and another at the top. “Tonight just those shoes.” I wink at her. “Now come on before I lift your dress, move your panties to the side, and slide into you.” My cock hardens with the picture of doing what I want to do to her.