Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
His eyes flame with need as I loosen his shorts and pull them down just enough to free his cock. It bounces out in front of my face and I bite down on my lip, loving how fucking perfect it is.
I take him in my mouth, still needing to use both hands to take exactly what I want, sucking up and down while exploring every inch of him with my tongue. I feel him at the back of my throat and I push myself further, truly believing with every ounce of my heart that Colton Carrington deserves the best there is.
Colton’s hand drops from the counter and he buries it into the back of my hair, telling me that he’s close but before I can taste him on my tongue, he tears himself out of my mouth. In a flash, he grabs me around the waist and barges his way through to the private bar hidden in the kitchen.
The door is slammed behind us and before my feet have a chance to hit the ground, I’m bent over the bar and he tears my sweatpants down my legs. His hand slaps across my ass and then his warm mouth is on my pussy, his tongue lapping up my arousal.
“YES,” I scream out, needing so much more.
I feel him groan against me as he strokes his cock, desperately needing that release and after bringing me close to the edge, he stands up and buries himself deep within me in one hard thrust.
“Fuck, Jade,” he says through a clenched jaw, slamming into me over and over again.
“More,” I cry out. “I need more.”
He gives me exactly what I’m begging for, building me up until we both come hard and fast on the bar.
“Holy shit, Jade,” he murmurs, breathless, bending over me to find my lips. He kisses me deeply with his cock still buried in my pussy, right where I like it. Only when we’ve both regained enough energy does he pull himself out of me and release me from his kiss.
I clean myself up and after straightening my bikini top and watching Colton put himself back inside his shorts, we emerge from the private bar with grins far too big not to be obvious.
As we walk back into the kitchen, we find Spencer making his way toward us from the living space with a grim look on his face. We both watch him as he makes his way over to us, stealing a grape off the counter and popping it into his mouth before finally reaching us.
“What’s up?” Colton asks, slapping his arm around my waist and holding me tight.
Spencer moves in right beside us and looks out at the party, making sure no one is in hearing range or watching us over here. “Nothing,” he finally says. “I just checked on Jude. He looked like shit.”
A low, chilling voice comes from behind us. “The fuck are you talking about?”
We all whip around to find Charlie standing right there, hearing every fucking word Spencer just said. My eyes go big as my heart starts beating wildly in my chest.
“Charlie,” Colton starts, a low warning tone in his voice.
Charlie steps into us and focuses all his attention on Colton, seeing him as the ring-leader here. “Don’t fucking bullshit me,” he says through a clenched jaw. “Where the fuck is Jude?”
Colton lets out a heavy sigh and looks to Spencer before finally glancing back at Charlie and releasing a broken sigh. “He’s in my father’s wine cellar.”
Charlie shakes his head. “You’re keeping one of your fucking brothers locked up? You’re all fucking dead to me.” Within seconds, he spins on his heel and starts stalking out of the kitchen.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath before taking off after him with both Colton and Spencer keeping right on my ass. We break out into the hall to find Charlie heading straight for the wine cellar. “Charlie, wait. You don’t understand.”
Charlie forges ahead, his anger getting the best of him. “Come on, bro,” Spencer says. “Give us a fucking chance to explain.”
Just as he reaches the wine cellar door, Charlie spins around, fixing a sick glare on each of us. “What the fuck is this? I’ve been asking for fucking weeks where the hell he went and you’ve all been fucking lying to me. Has he been down here the whole fucking time?”
Colton sighs and nods and within a split second, Charlie’s fist swings out and slams hard against Colton’s jaw. I suck in a sharp breath and throw myself in front of Colton. “Calm the fuck down,” I demand, giving Charlie a hard shove and forcing him back from Colton. “You have no fucking idea what’s going on. Just give us a chance to explain.”
“A chance to explain?” he scoffs. “You’ve had weeks to explain where he is. How many times did I bring it up?” He glances back at Spencer. “How many fucking times did I ask if you’d heard from him?”