Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
And fuck, I wanted to.
My free hand buried in her hair, tilting her head back so I could devour her properly. Her body arched into mine as though she couldn’t get close enough. Her mouth was hot, wet, and so damn perfect.
She moaned—soft, high-pitched, helpless. It nearly snapped the frayed rope hanging onto my control.
I jerked back with a groan, and every muscle in my body coiled tight with restraint. Her lips were swollen, her breath came in ragged little pants, and her eyes—fuck, her eyes—were pure fire.
She made a little mewl of protest, and I firmly shook my head. “Told you, sugar,” I rasped, “not making that choice for you. When we fuck, it’ll be because you’re beggin’ for it. So you can’t pretend in the morning that I made you do something you didn’t want.”
She stared at me, chest heaving. And I knew—knew—if I stayed another second, I’d throw that shit out the window and take her right there.
So I tore myself away. Stalked to the door with every nerve in my body on fire. I slammed it behind me, locked it, and barreled down the hall, boots heavy on the hardwood, jaw clenched so tight it ached.
I couldn’t breathe. Could barely fucking think. She had me twisted up in knots. Me.
Son of a fucking bitch!
When I stormed into my office, Edge was there, booted feet up on my desk like he owned the fuckin’ place. Jackass.
He raised a brow. “Well, look who decided to stop brooding in his tower.”
“Fuck off. And feet off my desk before I rip ’em off and you have nothing to push a fucking gas pedal with.”
He grinned and dropped his boots to the floor. “You've been a moody bastard lately. Been wondering if someone keyed your bike. Or if you’re all twisted up over a blonde with a smart mouth.”
I threw myself into the chair behind my desk and dragged both hands down my face. “Not in the mood.”
“That’s the problem.” Edge leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees. “You’re all wound up. You’re gonna snap and put a hole in the wall. Or someone’s face.”
I didn’t respond. Just stared at the grain in the wood like it had answers. He wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t gonna tell my brother that. He was already smug enough.
He let the silence hang for a minute before adding, “You either need to fuck her or you need to race.”
My head snapped up, eyes narrowed. “Don’t talk about her like that.”
Edge blinked. “What, fuck her?”
I pushed out of the chair so fast that it scraped across the floor. Then I leaned across the desk, grabbing him by the shirt, and yanking him forward until I was right in his face. “You wanna keep your teeth, don’t ever talk about Savannah like that again.”
“For fuck’s sake, man,” he muttered, eyes wide now but not scared. “I was joking.”
“Am I fucking laughing, asshole?”
He held up his hands. “Alright, alright. Message received. She’s off-limits for locker room humor. Didn’t realize you were that far gone.”
I shoved off him, breathing hard as I braced my hands on the edge of the desk. I didn’t know what the fuck was the matter with me.
Edge straightened his shirt and let out a long breath. “So, this is a thing now.”
“Shut up.” I dropped my head forward and tried to find my usual calm. I’d never been one to react with emotion.
“She in your bed?”
“Don’t.”
“She’s obviously in your damn head.”
I raised my head to look at him, voice like gravel, full of menace. “I said shut the fuck up, brother.”
Edge stared for a beat, then gave a small nod. “Okay.”
I expected another quip. Another jab. But he just walked to the door and paused with his hand on the knob.
“Whatever this is,” he said quietly, “you better get a fucking handle on it. You’re not the only one it’ll take down.”
Then he was gone.
I dropped onto the chair again and scrubbed my hands over my face. My pulse was still hammering, my blood still hot. I could feel the ghost of her mouth on mine like it had been branded there.
This wasn’t just about leverage anymore.
Hadn’t been for a while.
9
SAVANNAH
Istretched out on the bed with one of the books Kane brought me two days ago resting on my stomach. I was normally a fast reader, but I had only finished the first chapter so far. I’d tried to read the same paragraph four times already, but nothing was sinking in. My mind was too full, my body too restless, and the walls were starting to close in on me.
Cabin fever was real, and I had it bad.
I couldn’t blame it on being uncomfortable, though. The bed was ridiculously soft, the bathroom was now fully stocked with my preferred toiletries, and Kane kept bringing me delicious food. I'd even been given clean clothes from my apartment.