Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
“Is there an alternative?” Ocean asked me with an arched brow and an edge to his tone that told me to tread carefully.
Yes. She kills you.
If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t believe they could kill Ocean. But Hunter could—even if it killed her too. Obviously, I didn’t want to lose either of them so handling this delicately was imperative. Ocean was already so possessive of me, and that shit wouldn’t go well with Hunter at all. And he was already off to the worst start in history. Turning this around would take a miracle, but I would find a way because I couldn’t be without Ocean either. Hunter was my soulmate, but Ocean had the key to my heart, and I wasn’t about to rescue it from him anytime soon.
“No,” I answered finally. “There’s no alternative.” I sighed. “Look, Hunter won’t
It felt like a betrayal of my best friend to admit that I wouldn’t let Hunter run him away—not this one, not this time. But if I were being real, I knew damn well Ocean would never allow himself to be run off either. Ocean wouldn’t back down, but neither would Hunter.
Suddenly, I had this premonition that shit was about to get real fucking messy.
After dinner, Ocean took me to my room, kissed me, and told me goodnight before leaving. I soaked in a steaming bath until my skin started to prune, then got ready for bed before slipping my feet into the giant, fluffy slippers that made me smile as I left the room and went downstairs. I was feeling too restless to sleep, so I made myself chamomile tea before wandering around the lower level and eventually finding myself standing in front of the grand piano by one of the many windows.
Was it for show, or did he really play?
I used the question as an excuse to seek out Ocean. His room was on the same floor as my library, so I stopped in there to grab a book—the same one that had fallen to the floor after I came harder than I ever had. And when I closed my eyes, I could still feel his mouth on me.
Hence, the restlessness.
Ocean was asleep on his back when I let myself inside his room. I felt nervous treading where I hadn’t been invited, but it didn’t stop me from tiptoeing forward until I stood by his bed. Setting my book on the nightstand, I freed my feet from my slippers and climbed onto the bed. Ocean stirred as I threw a leg over his torso before settling my weight on his lap.
“Coby,” he mumbled with his eyes closed. His hands had no trouble finding my hips, though. “What are you doing?”
“I can’t sleep.” I sipped my tea loudly as I admired the way his dark lashes framed the top of his cheeks. His chest was bare, but I couldn’t see what he was wearing underneath the blanket.
“Why can’t you sleep?”
Setting my tea on the nightstand, I slid off Ocean’s body until I was lying half on the bed and half on him. “I don’t know. I’m just worried,” I said as I lay my cheek on his chest. His strong arms immediately wrapped around my back and nearly swallowed me whole. Ocean’s chest was so damn warm, I felt like kicking the unnecessary covers away as I melted into his warmth.
“Worried about what?”
“That you’re love bombing me.”
Ocean shifted, his chin dipping to his chest to look down at me. I peered up at him, and the worry sitting in my gut like a stone eased a little at the angry look in his eyes. “You want me to fall back?”
Panic speared my chest, and I couldn’t take a breath as I shook my head. “No.”
Sighing, Ocean tipped his head back and closed his eyes again. “It will be okay, Coby. You just have to trust in love.”
Before I could ask what the hell that even meant, his ass had fallen asleep again.
COBY
Glug. Glug. Glug. Glug. Glug. Glug.
Sluuuuuuuurp.
I lifted my head with a gasp and inhaled deeply as I stroked and admired the hard dick I gripped in my palm. A deep groan rumbled from Ocean’s chest when I licked a slow path up the thick shaft while holding his gaze. It was early morning, and I’ve been his captive bride for two weeks now. I can’t really say what brought on my need to taste him, but when I woke up next to him yet again, I was suddenly faced with my heart’s deepest desire, and so I asked myself one question.
What the fuck was I waiting for?
Ocean had still been asleep when I had my epiphany, so I’d found myself reaching for him before I could lose my nerve, and that’s how we ended up here. I was folded in half in the middle of the bed with my thighs trapped against my chest and two of Ocean’s long fingers tunneling in and out of my pussy. His strong thighs hovered near my head while I snaked my neck back and forth, mouth stretched wide for that dick.