Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
In the same bed. Like the rule he made.
For the record, Axton was not staring at me. I mean he does stare, but it’s gotten way better now.
“That’s because they know I’ll beat the shit outta them if they do,” he replies back before jerking his chin at something over my shoulder. “It’s the other asshole I’m talkin’ about.”
I sigh. “He isn’t staring.”
He glances at said asshole and his jaw hardens. “He is but he won’t be for long after I’m done with him.”
I move closer to him then and crane my neck up. “He’s your brother.”
And given that we’re talking about Axton, I can totally picture him smirking at his older brother right now while Arsen glares at him. “And that’s how I know he needs a big ass whoopin’.”
“He does not,” I say, putting my hand on his side. “He’s just a kid.”
He finally looks at me. Well, first he looks at my hand on his body, all pale-looking and small. So feminine that a current rushes through my body and I have to bite my lip. Then he stares at my mouth for a few seconds until I let my lip go before, at last, making his way up to my eyes. At which point, he growls, “He’s your age.”
“He’s a year younger,” I remind him. Axton is eighteen—although he does not look it at all—and I’m nineteen.
“Same thing.”
“Well, age is just a number and good for you, because I’m more interested in his grumpy and old older brother,” I say, going up on my tiptoes. “In fact, I’m married to him.”
His eyes flash under his hat and he inches even closer, giving me a whiff of his musky scent. “What the fuck are you doin’ here?”
“You know, you should be a little nicer to me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. In fact, I think we should make it a rule. Be nice to your wife.”
He hums. “I would, except I think she likes me mean.”
“She does not.”
“Well, depends on who you ask.”
“And who are you asking?”
“My wife’s pussy.”
I gasp, looking around, digging my nails into his sides. “That was… I can’t believe you said that. In broad daylight, no less.”
It’s his turn to smirk, tipping his hat up with his stupid long and sexy index finger, and I can see where Ax gets all his cockiness. They’re both cut from the same cloth.
“Done worse things than talkin’ about my wife’s pussy in broad daylight,” he drawls.
He doesn’t want me to breathe, does he? Because he keeps taking my breath away with the things he says. Not to mention the things he does, and he is right. Talking dirty when we aren’t in bed or in the privacy of his barn isn’t the worst thing he’s ever done in the light of day. Like, for example, a few days back, he woke me up with his mouth between my thighs just as the dawn was breaking in the sky. He made me come that way before climbing up my body and fucking me into another orgasm, all the while making me look into his eyes, even though I wanted to close them out of shyness. And when I later berated him for it, he growled, “New rule: You keep your eyes on me when I’m fuckin’ you.”
Not to mention all the other mornings I wake up to him fucking me or sucking on my tits, jerking off to them, spilling his cum all over my body that he then feeds into my mouth with his. I especially like the times when he wakes me up by nudging my lips with his dick, making me blow him first thing in the morning like he did today.
I clear my throat. “I brought lunch.”
“Lunch.”
“You called saying you wouldn’t be able to make it and so I thought I’d bring it to you.”
He did call. Because he has a phone now. He bought it the very next day after I asked him to. And like I suggested, no one knows his number so no one can call him on it. And he keeps it switched off the whole time and turns it on only when he needs to. Although I know his family hates that they can’t contact him—I overheard Haven grumbling about it on the phone the other day—but I’m just happy he’s taking a step in the right direction.
And so proud.
Anyway, according to our rules, we don’t have to have lunch together, only dinner, and that’s not always possible, either, because he’s usually busy working and eats at the bunkhouse with the men. But I didn’t like that he’d have to skip doing even that today, so I thought I’d bring him and the other ranch hands their lunch. And Axton was around to drive me.
Because technically, he’s still keeping an eye on me along with Haven. Although I think after spending all this time with them, we’d probably be hanging out together anyway. Not so much with Axton because Arsen wouldn’t like it, but still.