Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“That’s what families do,” I remind her and then tilt my head when a knowing smile spreads across her face. “What is it?”
“That’s exactly what I said to your sisters the other day. So, do you want a tour?”
“Of course. Lead the way.”
She leads me through the house, showing me the laundry room and the office on the first floor.
Then we head for the stairs.
She’s ahead of me, three steps up, and I’m at eye level with her perfectly round ass as it sways back and forth in front of me. I want to lean in and bite it.
Instead, I give it a friendly little pat as we reach the top of the steps.
“Haley and Erin have those bedrooms.”
“Where is Drew’s pad?” I ask her.
“He has the guest house out back. He mostly just comes inside to eat all the food.”
“And this one is your bedroom?” I ask, pointing to the closed door.
“Yep.”
I watch as she opens the door and steps inside. The room is neat, with a king bed, a simple dresser, and a chair by the window.
“This used to be Liv’s room,” she says. “But I took it when she moved out. The oldest gets the owner’s suite.”
“Sounds fair,” I reply and close the door behind us. She turns and stares at me with lust-filled eyes. “Do you know how torturous it is to be near you, in a room full of people, and want to touch you so badly that you ache with it?”
She licks her lips and leisurely looks me up and down. “Yeah, in fact, I do.”
Without another word, I pull her to me, frame her face, and kiss the fuck out of her, the way I’ve wanted to do all night.
She moans, and her hands make a dive for my jeans.
When my cock is free, Stella wiggles out of her jeans, and before she can shed her panties with them, I twirl her around, boost her up against the wall, and grind myself against her as I yank her shirt down, exposing her breast.
“Fast,” she says against my lips before baring her teeth and biting me. “Hard and fast. Right now.”
“Fuck, yes. Right now.” I tug her panties aside and push into her already slick heat. I don’t pause like I normally would. Instead, I thrust, over and over, harder each time, pushing us hard and quick toward the finish line.
And when she buries her fingers in my hair and pulls, I know she’s about to go over.
“Now,” I repeat and bite the ball of her shoulder. “Go over, baby.”
“Christ,” she whispers as her pussy convulses around me. I push once more and moan into her neck as I fall over the edge.
Panting, braced against the door, I lift my head and stare into her blue eyes.
“That’s the appetizer,” I inform her.
“Yum,” is all she says in return.
“Don’t clean yourself up.”
Her eyes fly to mine in surprise. “What?”
“I want you to walk around for the rest of the night with me inside of you. With the gorgeous mess we made right there.”
I reach down and drag my fingers along her messy slit and watch as her eyes dilate.
“Okay, then.”
I wink at her, tuck myself away, then walk into the bathroom to wash my hands.
“So, you like my room, then,” she says from the other room.
“Honey, I barely saw your room. I only have eyes for you.”
I take her hand and kiss her knuckles as I open the door.
“Let’s party.”
“I think we just did,” she says with a laugh. “I’m really squishy.”
“Good.”
She grins as she leads me downstairs.
“There you are,” Olivia says as she runs over to grab Stella’s hand. “We’re going to sing karaoke.”
“Who’s we?” Stella asks.
“You and me,” Olivia replies.
“I am not drunk enough for that.” Stella shakes her head, but Olivia just drags Stella into the living room, where they have the whole system already set up. “Wait, we’re singing Islands in the Stream?”
“I get to be Kenny Rogers,” Liv says with a nod as the music starts.
I hang back and cross my arms over my chest, watching as the two women sing with all the passion and enthusiasm in their hearts.
“Stella mentioned that your sister is Sidney Sterling,” Lucy says as she joins me.
“She is,” I confirm.
“Maybe you should sing one or two.”
I grin at her and shake my head. “Sid’s the singer in the family, not me.”
“I’m a fan,” Lucy replies. “And if you have a country megastar as your sister, you know what it’s like to have a celebrity in the family.”
“I do. Though we don’t deal with a lot of paparazzi and shit because when Sid comes home to Idaho, she’s able to lie low.”
“Our family is all about the celebrity life, whether we like it or not,” she replies, the look in her eyes serious now. “Sometimes, it gets intense. It’s one of the reasons we have this house—and now the one next door—in the family. Because our parents want to keep us safe.”