Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
He ignored me.
Oh, hell, no. He did not just dismiss me and start talking to her again.
Yes, he did. Fucking bastard. I banged again but this time he didn’t even acknowledge my attempts to get his attention. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably more like forty-five seconds, she waved a goodbye to Landon and blew me a kiss. I flipped her off. Well, sure the windows were tinted and she probably couldn’t see it, but it made me feel somewhat better. Somewhat. Not much, actually. The green queen of jealousy still had control of my body and thoughts.
Landon climbed in and gave the signal for the driver to begin our journey to the courtyard of the Castello Sforzesco. I had a walk at noon, four, and seven—all three in outdoor venues. It was a brutally long day which was going to be even longer than usual because Landon had gotten me all worked up and hadn’t done anything about it.
“I’ll probably be late now because of you,” I snapped irritably. There was no way I would be late, but I wanted to strike out at him with something and that was the best I had. In my mind, regardless of how he’d tried to explain it, he’d rejected me earlier and, damn, that hurt. My world was filled with rejections and I didn’t need them from Landon, too.
“No, you won’t,” Landon answered in his confident voice. To the driver, he said, “Please raise the partition and don’t open it again until I’ve given you clearance.”
The glass between the front of the limousine and the back slowly raised up and then a black partition followed, blocking out any contact, visual or verbal, from the driver. Once that was completed, he turned to look at me. Hard—if that was a possible description of eye contact. I started to squirm. “What?” I finally demanded.
“You’re pouting, Micah,” he remarked with a smirk. “I should be used to it by now because you pout a lot, but after last night and this morning, it’s different. It used to annoy me, but now I find it kinda adorable.” He reached over and patted my knee like he was petting a puppy.
Nu-uh. He’d said fucking was fun. He didn’t get to go back to babysitting duty—not after his tongue had been in my ass and mine had been on his cock. Speaking of which, he tasted delicious. Like with the kissing, I’d already made up my mind that the level of ickiness might be pretty high with cock sucking and ball licking (yeah, I’d read people did that, too), but it hadn’t been. As a matter of fact, I wanted more. I’d wanted more this morning. I wanted more now, and I’d probably want more throughout the entire day. I also knew the lack of getting it was going to make me even grouchier than I already was. I didn’t enjoy catwalks on a good day so adding this into the mix certainly wasn’t going to improve on anything.
“Do you know why I’m pouting, Landon? Better yet, do you care why I’m pouting?” Shit, he’d just gotten me to admit I was pouting. How did he do that shit?
Landon smiled. “I think I have an idea, yes.”
So. Fucking. Calm.
My dick was about to burst through the expensive Italian fabric of my pants, and he acted like I was back to being nothing more than a job. Having had enough, I told him to fuck off and turned around so he could have the pleasure of talking to my back…if he even talked to me anymore. With Landon, I never knew where I stood.
The limo was deathly quiet for a few seconds and then Landon whispered, “Give me your hand, Micah.”
My hand? What did he want with my hand? “Nope,” I answered, just to be an ass.
He grabbed my left hand and tugged until I was forced to face him again. “Don’t you for one minute, Micah, think that you aren’t having the same effect on me as I’m having on you.” His voice was exceptionally husky, his eyes an even darker emerald than usual. He placed my hand onto his crotch, and I swear it sizzled from his touch. His cock, like mine, was hard and straining against his pants. “Feel that, sweet boy? That’s pretty much how I’ve been since our first meeting. When you acted like a spoiled brat, I wanted you. When you stood up to your father, I wanted you. Dear Lord in the heavens, when I walked in and saw you sucking that dildo, I wanted you.”
He manipulated my fingers until they were wrapped around the hard length still trapped in those damn pants. “When I watched your father try to manipulate and control you, I wanted to protect you. When I read the threatening emails and messages, I wanted to do bodily harm to whoever the person is.”