Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
The spell is broken as my father hollers out, “Nicholas is the winner.”
The rest of my family cheers and laughs as my mother steps forward with the Frost Family Cup.
I stand from his lap, completely frazzled as my mother hands him the cup and makes a huge show about the whole thing.
Nicholas holds onto the cup as if it’s gold.
As if it’s a treasure. And I suck in a breath when I realize he stares at me the same way.
Chapter 10
Nicholas
* * *
January and I walk to our room while I proudly hold the Frost Family Cup. She’s embarrassed by it, but I think it’s incredible. I didn’t have anything like this growing up. My family never played games while laughing and joking with one another. It’s something I only saw on TV, so to be a part of it today was truly fun.
I was determined to win the Frost Family Cup. Partly because January didn’t want me to, but partly because it made me feel like I belonged with this group of amazing people. This trophy means something to me, so as I hold it with a smile on my face, it’s real.
I’ve won many awards in the industry I’m in, but the Frost Family Cup means more to me than all of those put together.
This trophy represents family, love, and laughter.
I will proudly display it.
“You can just give me the cup and I’ll hold onto it until my mother starts looking for it again.”
I glance down at her as I press down the handle to our room. “This trophy is mine. I’m not giving it to you. It will be proudly displayed.”
She groans as we walk into the room. “The winner usually sticks it in a closet.”
I place the trophy on the coffee table and stand back grinning as I stare at it.
“I won this. It’s not going to be hidden.”
The uncertainty in her eyes is not lost on me. She doesn’t want me to have this family cup because I’m not family.
And she’s leaving me.
“We have to talk,” she whispers, searching my eyes.
Emotions are thick around us as the joking comes to a screeching halt. My heart pounds in my chest as my breathing quickens. I couldn’t keep my eyes off January today. When she walked into the party room, I felt like the wind was knocked out of me. Vivid images of what happened last night played in my head and all I could think about was wanting more.
Wanting every piece of her.
I step up to her and slip my fingers into her silky hair. “Not now.”
Just as the words leave my mouth I claim her lips.
I know what she wants to tell me.
She wants to tell me she’s leaving me for Pulse.
I’m not ready to hear that.
Not yet.
She’s going to leave me, but I’m going to make sure it’s the sweetest goodbye for both of us.
I break the kiss and step back, pulling my shirt off as I stare at her. Her eyes are heavy with lust and I lick my lips.
“Undress for me, January.”
She doesn’t protest, she keeps her eyes on me as she slowly pulls off her sweater, dropping it on the floor next to my shirt. I unbutton my jeans, allowing them to fall to my ankles and kick my shoes and socks off. My jeans get kicked off next. She follows my lead, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them off, adding them to our growing pile of clothes.
“Good girl, but I want to see all of you. Bra and panties off too.”
Once again she does as I ask. Her nipples harden under my gaze and I’m willing to bet her pussy is dripping with need.
“Fuck, January, you take my breath away.” I step against her, feeling her soft skin against mine for the first time and I growl, biting down on her ear. “I tasted you last night and I’ve been craving more ever since.” I move my lips down her neck, sucking lightly as my hands glide down her silky skin.
I reach between her legs and drag my fingers through her wetness. A possessive groan leaves me as I look into her eyes.
“You’re dripping wet, January. Do you have any idea what a turn-on that is for me? Knowing I’ve hardly touched you and your body is begging me for more.”
I don’t give her a chance to reply, I lift her, sit her on the couch, and kneel between her legs.
“Spread your legs for me, let me see what I do to you.”
She does not disappoint and when I see her wet pussy I lose all control.
“Fuck,” I growl.
My fingers dig into her thighs as I keep her legs spread wide as my mouth covers her wet lips.
“Oh god,” she cries out.
I frantically lick at her, her taste coating my tongue. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ve been craving it and having it again is making my already hard dick, painfully rock solid.