Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Laughter at the poker table has me tuning back in, and I see the woman raking in the poker chips. She must have won whatever bet was made when I tuned them out.
Everyone stands from the table, one guy heading off toward the restroom and another arching his back. They’re clearly going to take a bit of a break.
Kynan stands there, talking to one of the other players while he sips on a whiskey. His gaze cuts over to the Taylor Swift lookalike and the hot guy.
I do the same, continuing to stare as she crawls onto his lap. Within moments, they’re fucking right there at the table. Kynan keeps his gaze pinned on the couple while he talks, but he’s visibly aroused. His erection is pressed thick and long against his dress pants.
There was a day that would have made my mouth water, but I don’t think like that about him anymore. All I seem to think about is Bodie’s cock and the way it makes me feel.
The woman rides her man’s dick, and the sight is turning me on. I wish Bodie would get here.
Kynan comes to sit down next to me on the couch and I’m momentarily startled because I’d been staring so intently at the couple fucking right there at the poker table. Kynan adjusts his dick slightly before crossing one leg over the other.
“What are you doing here tonight, Rachel?” he asks as he slings an arm over the back of the couch, his fingers brushing against my shoulder.
“Going to get laid if Bodie will ever get here,” I say nonchalantly, checking my watch again.
“Damn,” Kynan says in a low, appreciative voice.
My head snaps to the side, and I look at him questioningly. “What?”
“You’re going public, huh?”
I give a little sniff followed by a shrug. “Why hide it?”
“Why indeed?” he agrees. I bristle over the slight taunt in his voice, not liking that he finds me amusing. But then his voice drops even lower, and he’s no longer amused but worried instead. “I heard you had a bit of a hard time at the gym today.”
“Ugh,” I say with a huff and lean back into the couch cushion. “Stupid fucking hormones. I was a total girl today. Boohooing like a baby.”
“Everyone knows you’re pregnant now,” he says, but I already knew that.
“Well, it was going to come out eventually,” I say glumly. “Might as well hit it head on.”
“You’re going to have some people questioning your ability,” he points out.
“I’m pregnant,” I snap. “Not disabled.”
“I know that. Others will know that. Some won’t. You’re going to need to set the record straight, Rachel.”
“Fine,” I say with a sigh, and then look at my watch again.
“Your prince arrives,” Kynan says softly.
My head pops up, immediately locking eyes with Bodie as he walks my way. He’s all in black tonight. Black jeans, black biker boots, and a heavy black leather jacket over a black Harley Davidson t-shirt that I can see peeking through at his very well-formed chest. I press my legs together in anticipation.
My gaze travels back up his body, and I’m surprised to find him staring daggers at Kynan. I stand up from the couch and take a few steps toward Bodie. When he reaches me, he looks down at me with an uneasy expression on his face and a clenched jaw.
“Are you and Kynan fucking each other?” he asks me ever so softly and so no one else can hear his ludicrous question except for me.
“Why would you ask that?”
He rubs his neck in what appears to be frustration. “Because it would seem that’s the prevalent thought among all the people who are gossiping about your pregnancy.”
I want to be angry he’s asking me something so personal, but damn it all to hell, I find it endearing. “I’m not fucking Kynan.”
“Have you ever?” he asks so suddenly that I know he’s been told I have. More gossip, I assume, but this time it’s accurate.
“Many years ago,” I tell him truthfully. “Before I came to work for Jameson.”
His eyes leave mine, traveling over my shoulder. I look behind me, but Kynan is gone from the couch. I twist my head a little further and see him back at the poker table, ignoring us.
When I turn back to Bodie, I see him staring at Kynan with a furrowed brow. I bring my hand to his face, and he flinches minutely before looking at me.
“You’re the only one I’m fucking now.” I take satisfaction in the slight flare of lust in his eyes. “In fact, I’d very much like for us to fuck tonight.”
“Is anyone else here from Jameson?” he asks, his words thick and heavy with need as he looks around The Apartment.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say, and his gaze crashes back into mine with disbelief. “I don’t care if anyone knows. Cat’s out of the bag about the pregnancy, so why hide that we’re fucking each other?”