Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Standing there is a tall man with broad shoulders who in no way could be my stepbrother. I drop my head back to meet his dark gaze, and I realize how extremely handsome this stranger is.
Oh crap. What if this is the wrong house number? That is definitely something I’d do.
“I think I—”
“You’re Chloe?” His brows pull together, and I nod. “Paul’s stepsister?” I nod again, wondering where my words have gone. I’m not typically at a loss for them. “Here, let me get those.” He opens the door wider and grabs my bags.
“Thank you,” I finally manage to say as he easily picks them up like they’re filled with air.
“You’re welcome.”
“And you are?”
“Sawyer.” He pulls out his wallet, and before I can say anything, he tips the driver. “I play poker with your brother.”
“Oh, I can—”
“I got it, kitten.” He gives me a half smile before pulling the useless key out of the lock and closing the door.
“Did you call me kitten?” His eyes drop to my sweater, making my cheeks heat, and then I blurt out. “I’m going to change. I swear.”
“I like it,” he says, and I smile up at him. At least it doesn’t sound like he’s teasing me. “You’re not what I was expecting.”
Ouch.
“That’s not a bad thing,” he says quickly and then runs his fingers through his hair. “Shit.”
“Are you cheating?”
The question comes from behind us, and we turn around to see four other men coming down the hallway in our direction. One of them is my stepbrother, who lets out a chuckle of amusement.
“I didn’t think Sawyer was even in on it,” another grumbles.
“All of you shut the fuck up,” Sawyer barks at them, making me jump. They all stop talking, and I glance up at Sawyer. “Sorry, kitten,” he says and grabs my bags. “Which room is hers?”
“Third floor. Second door on the right,” Paul tells him, then smirks.
“Hi.” I do a little wave in Paul’s direction, but he only raises his chin in acknowledgement.
“Come on.” Sawyer nudges me along.
“You don’t have to do that. If you’re busy.”
“I’m not busy.” Sawyer nods for me to go on and then follows me toward the stairs.
“Take your time,” Paul says, and I feel like I’m missing something. Paul is the one being weird now.
“Ignore them, kitten. Let's get you settled in.”
“Mmkkay,” I agree, thinking this might not be as terrible of a stay as I thought.
Sawyer
“Please, Sawyer, please,” Chloe begs as she rocks her hips. I’m still fully dressed but her dress is hiked up, and her panties are long gone. She’s straddling me while I sit on my bed, and it’s all I can do not to give in.
“I’ll take care of you, kitten,” I whisper in her ear. “You know I always do.”
She’s quick to shake her head in frustration. “No, I don’t want you to make me cum and then that’s it. I want your cock inside me.”
The little whine at the end is enough to make me close my eyes in pain. “Jesus.” I shake my head. “You can’t talk like that.”
“Please.” Her mouth moves to my neck, and I feel the warm slide of her tongue against it.
“Not yet,” I tell her gently, but it sounds weak even to my own ears. I’m close to breaking, and she can sense it. We’ve been together for six months, and until now I’ve refused to go further than this.
“Why can’t we just fuck?”
I lift her off me so quickly she screams playfully before I pin her on the bed under me.
“Watch your mouth.” I glare at her, and the little brat reaches between my legs and cups my length.
“I’m sure you could think of better things to do with it.” She wiggles her eyebrows before I snag her wrist and pin it on the bed above her head.
“You know what I want, and it’s not just a fuck.” This time when I give her a stern look, she bites her bottom lip. “Say it, and you can have anything you want.”
When I push her dress up, the bottom half of her is exposed, and I use my fingers to spread her pussy lips. They’re slick with need, and I know the way her breath hitches isn’t because she’s shy. In fact, she loves this part. The first time I told her I was going to have an oral fixation when it came to her, she didn’t know what it meant. After licking her pussy all night, she finally understood. Now it’s hard for me to go a couple of hours without having a taste, and apparently it’s made my innocent girl into a horny, cock-demanding monster.
“Sawyer,” she moans when my fingers circle her clit, and I bend down to kiss her.
“Tell me,” I say against her lips before kissing her again. Deciding she might need a little encouragement, I bring her hand back to the front of my jeans and let her feel how big and hard I am for her. “Is this what you want?”