Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Tim deliberated for a moment.
“It’s true, we never specifically stated that anyone had to share,” he spoke slowly. “But if you don’t, that’s clearly against the spirit of the law, if not the letter.”
Red descended on my vision then.
“What the hell is ‘the law’?” I mimicked with air quotes. “I mean, get real. This is a bunch of dudes who made a bet. None of us are law-abiding citizens, we’re just rich motherfuckers who do whatever we want. So yeah, don’t even start with that ‘spirit of the law’ shit.”
An uproar sounded then, guys jumping from their seats, looking like they were ready to fight. But the thing is, I was rarin’ for a brawl. I’d go down swinging if they wanted to see pictures of my beautiful Beth nude. She was mine, and mine alone, that shit was for my eyes only.
The gavel pounded again, cutting through the furor.
“Quiet, quiet!” Tim shouted. “Quiet!”
All this guy needed was a long white wig and he’d be perfect in some English Chancery Court. So I turned to my fellow brothers then.
“Listen,” came my growl. “I did a virgin. You can believe me or not. Your choice. But you’re not seeing an inch of skin. Not one bit of that pretty pussy is gonna grace your eyes.”
Reggie jumped into the fray then.
“Just let it go,” he pronounced to the crowd. “I did twins. That’s better, hands down. I win anyways, what’s the point of getting your panties in a squinch?”
A couple guys murmured agreement, and it was decided. Because my sweet girl couldn’t possibly be better than identical sluts who were wannabe porn stars yet virgins at the same time. Right?
So fine. No pics needed, Reggie had a slam dunk. But as I strode out of the room, Jonas caught my sleeve.
“You got a name for this chick?” he asked slyly. “Or was she totally made up?”
I shot him a glare.
Fuck you, were my thoughts.
But different words came out.
“Liz,” I snarled. “Her name is Liz.”
And it was true, in a sense. My beautiful Elizabeth White could also be called Liz in a jif. To me, she was Beth, but nicknames change depending on the audience.
And with that, I strolled out, soul light for the first time all night. Because the ordeal was over. I hadn’t betrayed my best girl, I hadn’t done anything but sing her praises. Yeah, it’d been to a pack of howling wolves, but shit, nothing too terrible happened.
So what if I described her responsiveness, that gorgeous female body? So what if I described the moans, the pants, the way she stretched to fit my monster cock? All that was hidden under a layer of anonymity. Because how many Liz’s are there in the world? Billions by my count. But this particular Elizabeth was all mine … and I’ll never let her go now.
CHAPTER TEN
Beth
The dryer beeped, pulling me away from my notebook. I pushed it aside, along with my laptop, to get the last load of laundry.
It’s not that there isn’t someone to do laundry. Mason’s got it all taken care of, he has a housekeeper who comes once a week to do chores. But somehow, I like doing laundry. I like touching his clothes, feeling the alpha male’s aura even when he’s not technically here. Call it wishy washy, call it dreamy, but it’s just how I am.
So with a low groan, I stretched languorously and levered myself up from the couch. Ummm, that felt good. The afternoon sun filtered in through the big glass windows of Mason’s living room, basking my body in a warm glow. Plus, the stretch pulled at all the aches and pains in the most unexpected places. Between my legs, along my back, and right along the crook of my neck.
Because Mason had been so rough with me last night.
Striding in around eleven, the billionaire was an alpha in heat. Intense desire burned so bright in his blue eyes that it probably would have scared me if I didn’t know better. His movements were frantic, ripping my nightie off, feeling roughly between my legs to check that I was wet.
And of course I was. I wanted him the minute he appeared, my body going loose and warm, liquid gushing between my thighs.
“You’re mine,” was all he managed before bending me over the couch. “All mine.”
How could I deny it? Because it was true. I belong to this man, my body and mind are his to use and enjoy.
And Mason worked me over for sure. Because there wasn’t any warm-up save for a quick brush at my clit, a passing stroke along my puffy lips. In one slow thrust, that giant cock was crammed into my pussy, making me cry out.
“Oh god!” I screamed, head tilting back, eyes falling closed with ecstasy. “Oh god, oh god!”