Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
A keening sound tears from her, signaling her release. Each muscle in her body tightens before she erupts in full-bodied trembles. As she quivers wildly and her pussy milks my cock, I lose all control of my own pleasure.
My nuts tighten and then bliss rushes down my spine. Hot cum spurts out of me, gushing into her shaking body. Not pulling out and filling her up instead feels nearly as good as the orgasm itself. I have my brain yelling at me to pull out and come all over her taut stomach, but the primal, all male part of me keeps bucking until every last drop has spilled out of me.
Last time, I bolted because I was afraid of my feelings for her.
This time, I stay.
I stare at her puffy eyes and swollen lips, admiring how damn pretty she is. The alcohol may’ve dropped my inhibitions this time and I’m taking full advantage of it. My cock turns flaccid, but I’m in no rush to pull out of her.
I flash her a lazy smile. “I could fall asleep like this.”
“We made a mess. You can’t sleep like that.”
My body relaxes on top of hers. I rest my head on the pillow next to her but make no moves of pulling out of her. “Want to make a bet?”
Within seconds, I’m asleep.
Sometime later, my cock rouses me awake, and it’s in a highly convenient position to pick back up where we left off.
Romy
Banging on the door jolts me awake. I’m bruised and sore from head to toe. Flashes of last night drift in like a light show.
We had sex.
Multiple times.
In fact, I’m unsure if I got more than an hour’s worth of sleep. Every time I’d crash, Caius would wake me up with some sort of pleasure. The best was waking up with his tongue inside me.
The banging continues, reminding me why I woke this morning. Caius is completely passed out, unaware of the person trying to get us to answer the door. He’s going to have a lovely hangover today.
I clumsily make my way off the bed onto jiggly, weak legs. Turns out, having multiple orgasms throughout the night makes your entire body feel as though you ran a marathon. I have muscle aches in places I didn’t even know muscles exist.
My clothes are nowhere to be found, but I do spy Caius’s white dress shirt tossed carelessly on the floor. I snatch it up and pull it on. While on my way to the door, I quickly make it through enough buttons to make sure I don’t expose anything to the visitor.
“Who is it?” I hiss as I look through the peephole.
Bastian?
Confused as to why he’s here, I unlock the door and open it. Relief floods over his features. He seems genuinely happy to see me. I’m not sure I can say the same about him.
“Can we talk?” he asks, eyebrows pinching together. “Please.”
I cross my arms over my chest, annoyed with the fact I’m barely dressed in front of my brother. He quietly closes the door behind him.
“Want some coffee?” I ask as I make my way over to the kitchenette.
“Sure.”
I turn on the light over that area and notice a pad of paper. A note’s been scrawled on the paper.
Me and the kid went to breakfast with Dad. Sleeping on the couch last night while you two went at it was torture. See you later. - Theo
Now I feel like an ungrateful brat. While I’d been upset over the stuff I’d found in Vivienne’s journal and Caius was hiding from me, Theo comforted me. He ordered me food, watched movies with me, ordered me more food, and made sure Kaitlyn was okay the whole time. Then, when I was feeling lonely and defeated, he got into bed with me and held me.
I know he likes me more than friends. In fact, I’ve played on that before to get him on my side. But what I feel for him is pure friendship. It’s so much different with Caius.
Caius consumes me.
I burn for him.
God, I’m such a bitch.
Bastian paces the floor behind me while I make our coffees. I try to focus on why my brother is here rather than how I may’ve hurt Theo. As much as it pains me to know he was upset, I’m not sorry for crossing into a new territory with Caius.
Things are a mess with everything, but we connected last night. There’s no denying it or changing it. The thought of getting back into bed with him to have round five or whatever number we’re on has my skin flushing hot.
“So,” I say, turning and thrusting the coffee mug at my brother. “Talk.”
His gaze falls to my neck and his eyes narrow. I can only imagine what my skin looks like. Somewhere in the middle of the night, Caius took great joy in “marking” me as he’d said. At the time, it was hot and enjoyable. Now, I’m embarrassed.