Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“I thought you liked arguing with me,” she said, giving me a knowing little smirk. Likely because she could already feel my cock pressing against her.
“I do,” I said, my hands sliding down her back to sink into her ass, dragging her closer. “But I found something I like doing even better with you,” I said as my hand tracked up her back.
“Oh, yeah?” she asked, playing innocent. “What’s that?”
My hand closed around the back of her neck, pulling her down toward me. “This,” I said, then sealed my lips to hers.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Traveler
It was inevitable.
I mean, ever since the stairwell, I knew that this was going to happen again.
If I were being completely honest with myself, it had always been there, this sizzling undercurrent constantly belying all the so-called distaste or hatred between us.
Ever since we’d met, he enjoyed poking at me, because the fire he got in turn reminded him of a different kind of passion. And I’d—whether I would even admit it to myself at the time or not—always found his ability to constantly question or even downright goad me appealing.
What can I say? Guys who didn’t challenge me never stuck around long in my life. Maybe they’d be good for a short fling, but honestly, likely not even that.
I liked stronger energies. I needed someone who could match my own.
August could do that.
August had been doing that since we’d met that first time.
I’d actually been disappointed when he’d left town, and we hadn’t at least hooked up. Then, when I’d gone to his brother’s wedding, I’d found myself looking for him in a room full of other equally as attractive men.
Why?
I dunno.
I guess I felt what he’d insinuated he’d felt as well.
Sparks.
And I’d been interested to see what kind of flame they could be stoked into.
Once I’d gotten a hint of it, I’d been hooked.
I’d been talking to old neighborhood friends all day, but my mind kept drifting to the stairwell, to his hands and lips on me, to the promise of something more.
It was only as we were back at the hotel eating dinner with Aurelio that I started to remind myself what a stupid idea it was.
I mean, I wasn’t naive.
August and Aurelio were literally the only thing keeping me alive right now. If they weren’t around, I wouldn’t have the funds necessary to stay at a hotel for an extended period of time. If I was stuck at home, how long would it be before these guys realized that the Beware of Dog signs were about a little ankle-biting dog, and that my neighbor was old and struggling with mobility issues, and there would be nothing stopping them from breaking in and doing whatever they wanted to me?
Nothing.
There would be nothing stopping them.
They would keep coming until they got what they wanted from me.
There would be nothing I could do to stop them. Short of rigging my house up like Kevin from Home Alone. And, let’s face it, those burglars were just plain dumb. There was no way those traps would work in real life.
So I was as good as dead without August and Aurelio. And if I fucked August, and things went sideways, he would leave. I’d be all alone. And dead.
I needed to keep things from going too far.
Hence the mild panic attack when Aurelio said he wouldn’t be around any longer to stand in the way of me and his cousin from getting all… glandular.
But he was gone.
We were alone.
And he was looking at me with those molten eyes, then pulling me closer, then down, until I was straddling him, and his hands and lips were on me again.
Everything—including my very valid reasons not to get physical with him—flew out of my head.
His fingers were kneading the back of my neck as his tongue slipped between my lips to claim mine.
I scooted closer on his lap before lowering down, his hard cock pressing against me, giving me the friction my body was crying out for.
I rocked against his hardness as his teeth nipped my lower lip, as his fingers shifted up to free my hair from its ponytail, then sink his fingers into the strands, massaging my scalp for a moment, then wrapping it around his hand, and tugging.
The pain mixed with the pleasure already blooming through my system, making me grind harder against him, frustrated that I couldn’t feel him better with layers of clothes between us.
Seeming to sense the need, August’s hands slid down, snagging my t-shirt, and drawing it up.
My lips ripped from his in a pant, allowing him to remove it completely.
“Fuck,” he hissed, looking at the black lace bra with a tan underlining, giving it a peekaboo effect.
Had I been thinking of him when I changed into it? Yeah, sort of. Especially after his comments about my panties.