Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
But it would trigger Signe as well.
Everything about Blake would. That she was classically beautiful. That she came from money. That she had fame for a reason that might be painful to her, but it was worthwhile.
Signe had that blonde hair, pale, blue-eyed prettiness that would never be anything more than pretty, though she was very pretty.
And she used what intelligence she had to connive to get what she wanted, and for no other purpose.
Naturally, because she was who she was, Signe would be feeling competitive.
Fucking hell.
“Got to find that footage, mate,” Dec replied.
“Blake doesn’t think it’s her finest hour, and it isn’t, but it’s one of them,” Dair told him, and got down to the matter at hand, “Could ye get Shannon to text me a link to that podcast? Signe has signed two NDAs. She doesn’t have a lot of leeway to talk about us.”
This brought up the unwanted realization that his father was the one who took care of that.
Balfour not only didn’t like Signe for Dair, he didn’t trust her.
But he did love his son and wanted him to have what he wanted, just doing that being protected.
Therefore, he’d not only been on Dair about the prenuptial agreement, and going bullish on it, advice Dair, in the end, thankfully took, he’d pushed an NDA, not only before the wedding, but as a term of the prenuptial, so she didn’t get to spew anything after.
In fact, she wasn’t allowed to say much publicly but confirm they’d been married and now were not.
“We’ll text it, mate. Sorry about this. I thought ye were done with her mess.”
“I thought so too,” he muttered and heard voices coming up the close. Voices he knew.
His two girls.
He looked around the corner and saw them latched together by their arms, leaning into each other, talking and coming his way.
Blake negotiated the wet cobbles in her heels like she was gliding on ice, going for the gold.
He felt his lips curl up.
Damn, he was totally falling for her.
“It’s late. I’ll leave ye be. See you next time I’m in town,” Dec bid.
Dec, being Irish, lived in Dublin.
“Look forward to that. Say hi to Shannon and kiss those weans for me.”
“Will do.”
“Bye, Dec,”
“Bye, Dair.”
They hung up just as the women made it to him.
“Pub’s closing,” Davi told him.
He narrowed his eyes. “Who paid?”
He knew exactly who with the smug look on Blake’s face even if Davi said, “Secret we’re taking to the grave, big brother.”
Davi was going to get away with it.
Blake would pay for it…
Later.
“Heading home but I’ll be picking Mum up from the airport tomorrow morning,” Davina reminded him.
“And we’ll be seeing ye both Thursday night at the house for dinner,” Dair reminded her.
“Aye,” Davi confirmed.
They walked his sister to her car, and she got a hug from Blake and a kiss on the cheek from Dair.
But as his sister drove away, Blake linked arms with him, looked up at him, and said, “It’s not raining for once. Do you mind walking for a spell before we go home? Doesn’t seem like we’ve been able to stretch our legs very much since I’ve been here.”
They were challenging their bodies quite a bit, but they were in bed (or in the shower) while they did it.
And he felt a warmth spread low in his belly at her referring to his place as “home.”
“Aye, lassie, whatever ye want.”
She beamed at him.
He led her up the Royal Mile.
Dair was seated on the side of the bed.
Blake was seated in his lap, bouncing on his cock.
He felt her wet cunt gripping and releasing as she moved up and down at his command with his fingers wrapped around her ribcage, and it felt fucking phenomenal.
Making it better was the hungry look in her eyes, the flush across the creamy skin of her cheeks, her nails digging into his flesh where she held him at his shoulders.
For her part in paying for drinks earlier, he smacked her ass, not for the first time that night, and without him saying a word, she went faster, also not for the first time.
Definitely.
He was falling for her.
He moved one hand over her belly, down, in, and thumbed her clit.
Her head fell back, exposing the elegant line of her neck, and she bounced even harder.
Fucking hell, she wasn’t something.
She was everything.
It was time to get serious.
He took her with him as he got to his feet, and while he did, he got off on her startled, annoyed, turned-on cry.
He pulled her off his cock, turned her and deposited her in the bed on her hands and knees, that sweet arse facing him.
He took hold of her hip with one hand, his dick with the other, and guided it home.
Her head flew back, and she released a sultry moan.
His balls drew up.
Oh, aye.
She was everything.