Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 154525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
“Because it means there’s a part of you that somehow thinks you’re not worthy of me, like I’m too good for you. Like I don’t already know that you’re mine—that I’m yours.”
“Oh, my God, Nico,” she mumbled, head and hair tumbling back.
He fucked her through the orgasm, barely holding back his own. He fully intended to get her on her back for that, so he could get every inch of his body that he could as close to hers. Nothing felt better as he came and he could feel how she just folded into what he gave her, and he kissed her all the while.
And then a shriek cracked their bubble of bliss.
He yelled, too. Frankie squeaked atop him like a mouse.
“So, we’re way past the not having sex part of this whole thing, huh?” came a familiar voice.
Frankie’s eyes snapped to Nico while his heart thundered. Humiliation colored Frankie’s cheeks and he felt his own doing the same, but he did what he had to do in the next minutes. Even though he wanted to melt into a puddle and die.
“Not looking!” Carina called, her voice farther away now. “Sissy’s right, we all need fucking reminders to close the door, apparently. I owe her an apology now.”
“Why are you in my penthouse?” Frankie shouted after Nico rolled them over in bed.
“Hush,” he warned her, dropping a kiss to her scowling lips. That attitude of hers had reason, but some shit couldn’t be helped.
Carina could have her reasons for being where she was. Now they had all learned a valuable fucking lesson. Call first or make noise.
“Oh, my God,” Frankie whined under Nico. “What is my fucking life?”
“It’s okay,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, and knowing damn well it wasn’t.
“Birth control is a thing we’re definitely bringing up,” Carina muttered loudly to herself somewhere in the penthouse.
As much as he hated to do it, because his balls ached so badly, Nico pulled away from Frankie. He’d deal with the raging hard-on and condom later.
She tried to grab onto him, but he needed to fix a few things first. Pulling the duvet over her and wrapping the sheet around himself, he climbed off the bed and padded for the door. Slamming it shut with a glare at Carina who cringe-smiled from the open-concept kitchen, Nico turned around and let his head fall back to the door.
“What the fuck?” he asked the white ceiling.
Frankie covered her eyes with both hands. The bangle at her left wrist caught the filtered sunlight coming through the sheer curtains she’d picked for her bedroom.
“What’s that?” he asked, pushing away from the door to grab clothes.
He tossed a shirt of his to Frankie as she sat up in bed. She pulled it on immediately and then looked at the new jewelry on her wrist.
“It’s from our brother,” she told him, “although technically—”
“What did you just say?”
Frankie’s gaze darted to the side, like she had to say it to herself again. “But he is, isn’t he? I mean, she’s your—”
“No.”
Frankie glitched, her head moving back and forth fast like she hadn’t heard him. “He’s my dad, and she’s your mom, Nico. It’s your sibling, too.”
“It is,” came a muffled voice just outside the door.
“Go away,” Frankie snarled.
“Ah, no. Miss Ma’am, you missed the last two gyno appointments I made for you, and you will not miss this one today. I assure you. I even have bloodwork to do in the clinic downstairs, so it works out. Get up and wash up. You know why.”
Frankie glowered at the door, still red in the face.
Nico wet his lips. “That’s fucked up. I hadn’t even thought of it, really.”
“You’re still thinking about the brother thing?”
“Does that make us—”
“No,” Frankie rushed to say. “Stop being weird.”
Nico laughed, then. So did she.
He admired the bangle, and Frankie took it off for mere seconds so he could see the inscription inside after he’d pulled on boxer shorts and the black sweats he wore on the flight.
“It’s a cool idea,” he said of the bangle, dropping a kiss to her forehead.
“I’m glad you think so,” came a voice inside the room now. Carina spoke through a crack she opened up, adding, “Because Salvatore ordered a ring for you.”
“Please get out,” Frankie practically cried.
“Get up. You are going to the doctor today.”
“I support that, so,” Nico murmured, leaving Frankie to her fight.
“Nico!”
“Hey, I’m going nowhere today. I don’t gotta see the boss for a couple of days, and my father doesn’t even know I’m back in town yet. I’ll be here when you get back.”
The bedroom door clicked shut again.
“And then we’ll get back to that,” he said, nodding toward her and the bed.
She sighed. “We better.”
“And you know, you can wake me up like I did you anytime you want, baby.”
At the flippant comment he had only meant to be a tease, Frankie hesitated.