Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
I sit up. “You plate it,” I tell him. “I’m going to go and get cleaned up and we should talk about things.”
He takes me off the counter and places me on my feet as I pull his shirt over my head. I’m about to walk away from him when he grabs my hand and pulls me back. “Give me a kiss when you leave the room.”
“Someone is very needy in this relationship, and it’s not me,” I tease, making him laugh as I get on my tippy-toes, kissing under his chin. I run out of the room on my tippy-toes, going back downstairs to the bedroom, where I snatch up my panties and put them on. I clean up, walking back upstairs and seeing the plates on the table.
“I put on panties,” I inform him, sitting down in the chair in front of him, “as a barrier.”
He barks out with laughter. “Victoria, if I want in your pussy, I’ll get in your pussy.”
I roll my eyes. “We need to discuss that.”
“You said it’s mine,” he reminds me, cutting a piece of chicken and popping it into his mouth, smiling at me and winking.
“I don’t think what we say during sex is allowed to be used against us.”
“Well, we differ then. I told you, you agreed.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Not my fault.”
“So are we really doing this?” I ask him and I don’t know why, but I hold my breath.
“You are going to have to be a bit more clear with that question.” He laughs. “Are we really doing sex every night I’m home? Yes.” He nods. “Are we going to get a little ass play into that?” He winks at me. “Also yes.”
“I meant me and you and dating. Going public and no longer keeping this a secret.” I shake my head. “Stop thinking about me and my ass.”
“Never.” He reaches under the table to rub my leg. “But as for that question, we are really fucking doing this.”
“So do we soft launch this?” I ask him and his eyebrows pinch together.
“Victoria,” he says my name, “I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about.”
“It’s because you’re old.” I pat his hand on top of the table. “It’s okay, I’ll explain it to you.”
“A soft launch is me posting a picture of you and me holding hands on my social media,” I explain to him, “or it could be my legs over yours with your hand on my legs.”
“Why are we even posting this on social media?” he asks, and I gasp, putting my hand on my chest.
“Are we not going to be social media boyfriend and girlfriend?” He laughs at me.
“How about you come to the game on Saturday night, and then we go out with the team and then leave together?”
“That isn’t a soft launch,” I tell him, grabbing a piece of asparagus. “That’s a hard fucking launch.”
“So we hard launch it.” He shrugs his shoulder.
“My brother,” I mumble.
“I’ll handle your brother,” he assures me, and I look up from my plate.
“Excuse me?” I ask him and he looks up at me.
“I said, I’ll handle him.”
“What does that even mean?” I ask him.
“After we eat, we’re going to go and get dressed, and we’ll go and see your brother.” I stare at him in shock. “We’re going to do this once and for all. Lay our cards on the table.”
“Rip it off like a Band-Aid,” I tell him and he smirks.
“Sure,” he says, finishing what he’s eating. We get up and I put back on the clothes I was wearing when I got here, and he puts on a pair of joggers as we head to Jaxon’s house.
We get out of the car and my nerves start to fly through me. “Maybe we don’t do this?” I put my hand on his stomach, and he bends to kiss me.
“It’ll be fine,” he reassures me as he reaches out and rings the bell.
“I don’t ring. I usually just walk in,” I mumble.
“With me you ring, without me you do what you want.”
“Wow, there are rules for everything with you,” I grumble as the door opens and Jaxon stands there looking at us.
“What are you two doing here?” His eyes go from me to Zane’s and then back to mine.
“We came to talk.” I walk in and look over my shoulder. “You come in with me.”
He follows me in as I follow Jaxon to the living room, where Ariella is sitting with Jagger reading a book. “You came back,” she says and then looks over my shoulder at Zane and her eyes widen as she gets up.
“Zane and I—” I start to say.
“There is no Zane and you.” Jaxon’s voice gets tight.
I ignore him and what he just said, slipping my hand in Zane’s. “We’re dating.”
“Oh my,” Ariella mumbles.