Wright Together – Wright Vineyard Read Online K.A. Linde

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
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“We can drive him home,” I said automatically.

“I don’t know,” Jensen said.

“Maybe you should let him,” Emery said. “He played really well.”

“We’ll be with him the entire time,” I insisted.

Jensen breathed out heavily. “Fine. Keep me up-to-date, all right?”

“Of course.” I turned back to the pitch and called to Colton, “Hey, kid. You want some pizza?”

A fifteen-year-old boy never ever, ever said no to pizza.

“Fuck yes.”

“Colton!” Jensen growled.

But Colton was on a high from the game. “Can I go?”

“Whitt said he’d drive you home, but if you step out of line with him, then we’ll have to reevaluate you playing with the team.”

“Is that a yes?” Colton asked defiantly. A smile still stretched his face.

“Yes,” Jensen said with a smile and a shake of his head. “Kids,” he grumbled under his breath.

I nodded my head at Colton. “You’re with us.”

“Let me grab my stuff,” Colton said excitedly.

Eve hopped off my lap, and we followed the rest of the team off the bleachers. I wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned in, “Guess we won’t get to have fun in the car.”

“Maybe we can have fun after then,” she teased.

“You’ve convinced me.”

“You did a good thing. You know, letting him play.”

I shrugged. “I’m glad it worked out.”

“Me too.”

“So this weekend, I heard a rumor.”

“Oh?” she asked, throwing me a look.

“That it’s your birthday.”

She groaned. “Nooo. How did you find out?”

“What matters is, you’re going to let me take you out on a date.”

“Am I?”

“You are. You’re going to dress in one of your hot fucking dresses and those heels you always wear. I’m going to pick you up with flowers and take you to a fancy dinner.”

“And after?”

“And after, I’ll fuck your brains out.”

“Happy birthday to me,” she said, leaning in to me. Her pupils were dilated, and I was pretty sure she would let me fuck her right then and there if I wanted.

“I’ll pick you up around seven.”

She bit her lip and then nodded. “Seven it is.”

Colton jogged up to us then. “All right, boss man. Gimme those keys. I want to drive.”

I shoved him in the back of his head, and he cackled. “Get in the backseat. No one drives my car.”

“You’re no fun.”

But I knew he didn’t mean it.

Eve laughed at our antics. I loved seeing her like this. Both of them like this. It felt like things were finally coming together.

20

Eve

Even though it was my birthday, I spent all day showing houses to my clients. No rest for the wicked.

My last showing was around six, and I dashed home to spend adequate time getting ready for my date tonight. I preened in the mirror. Date. I was going on a date…for my birthday. Something I actually wanted to do. I hadn’t known that I could feel like this again. That Whitt, of all people, could make me feel like this again.

I spent extra care on my hair and makeup, pulled out the fancy lingerie for tonight, and slid on a little black dress and heels. I grabbed a teeny clutch just as the doorbell rang, and I darted into the living room. My roommates were out with their boyfriends or working. I hated to admit that I was disappointed that no one else knew it was my birthday. Not that I’d told anyone. Which meant that I had no right to be disappointed. Still, I was…

Whitt hadn’t told me how he’d found out.

I was going to get it out of him one way or another.

I yanked the door open and found him in a sharp charcoal suit that had tailored lines and barely contained his height and bulk. I lived for him in a suit.

“Happy birthday,” he said as he held up a bouquet of peonies.

My favorite flower. Gah.

“You went all out.”

“I promised flowers.”

He grinned as he passed them to me. I brought them to my nose and drew in the floral scent.

“You delivered.” We strode into the kitchen, and I found one of Blaire’s many vases to put them in. “Shall we?”

But Whitt’s eyes were still set on me in my little black dress. “Trying to get my fill.”

I bit my lip. “Well, I wore something special for you, but you can’t see it until after dinner.”

His eyes blazed at that news. “Oh?”

“Yes, sir,” I teased.

He walked me into the kitchen counter. “What exactly is so special?” His hands fell to my bare thighs and began to work their way up under my dress.

I smacked his hand. “After dinner.”

“Oh, but now I’m interested.”

The man dropped to one knee in front of me. My mouth watered at the sight. How could I deny him anything when he supplicated before me as if I were a goddess?

His nose ran along my inner thigh. “Anyone else home?”

“No,” I gasped.

“Oh good.”

He found the edge of my black garter belt and groaned deep in the back of his throat. He rucked the dress up to my hips, revealing my black garter and thong set. His eyes were wide with desire.


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