Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
As he’d expected, she stiffened, but nobody was around to notice. He pressed a kiss to her nose and took a step back. “Go inside. I’ll check in later about our schedule.”
She was obviously too dazed by their kiss to lecture him, and thank God for small favors. His dick throbbed in his pants, and all he wanted to do was get home and jerk off so he could concentrate on what came next with his new girlfriend.
She did as he asked and stepped into her house, slamming the door hard behind him without even a goodbye.
Grinning, he jogged back to the limousine, not thrown by her behavior. He had her off-balance. Wanting him one minute, furious at him the next. He could work with that.
Because one thing he’d come to realize: He didn’t want Cassidy to be his fake anything. He’d fucked up too badly to try and convince her otherwise now. But with this so-called charade his publicist had thought up, he had a second chance to show her the man he could be now that he understood what he wanted.
The driver took him home, and he headed straight to the shower to wash off the grime of the city. Maybe he was more like Xander than he thought, enjoying the solitude of the Hamptons, when the guys weren’t partying, that was.
He tipped his head back and let the spray of the shower wash over him. After cleaning up with soap, he clasped his cock in his hand, tightened his grip, and groaned, pumping his hand up and down his shaft, all the while thinking of Cassidy.
He’d sat beside her for the better part of the day, inhaling her warm, exotic scent that aroused him and had him remembering taking her in the hotel bed many times and in a variety of positions.
He leaned back against the marble wall, arousal flowing like lava through his veins as he worked his dick with one hand.
At the hotel, he’d started on top and come so hard he’d thought he was done for the night. He’d eaten her out as he’d thankfully recovered, then flipped her so she could ride him, her warm, wet walls clenching around him. Making him wish for the first time ever he hadn’t needed to use anything between them.
At the thought, his balls drew up, he worked himself faster, and he came hard, his semen coating the shower walls and floor. He shook his head and gave himself a few minutes before grabbing the hand-held shower head and rinsing off the evidence.
This was becoming routine considering he hadn’t been kidding when he told Cassidy he’d been celibate since that night with her. He was aware he’d shocked her with the news and knew she didn’t believe him and though he wished otherwise, he’d have to work on convincing her he was telling the truth. Oh, there’d been groupies at parties who’d come on to him, but his dick remained limp. The only time he got hard was when he thought about his new fake girlfriend.
For a while, he’d had the paternity accusation to deal with, and that was enough to make any guy want to steer clear of casual sex, but it wasn’t just that and Dash knew it.
It had been four days since he’d known for sure he wasn’t going to be a father, and he’d spent that time alone. The guys lived with him and that was fine, but he’d holed up in his room, eating at odd times when nobody would be around or going to Xander’s and hanging out at his pool, where peace and quiet surrounded him.
He’d needed the time to think. About how he’d been an asshole in so many ways. Yes, the rock star lifestyle gave him perks and let him believe he was special, but his family kept him grounded, treating him no differently just because of his fame. Until he’d been accused of fathering a child with some chick he could barely remember, and then they’d all been tiptoeing around him.
The days he’d spent at Xander’s had been enlightening. Watching his brother and Sasha together left Dash feeling envious, something he’d never experienced before around his coupled siblings. Xander and Sasha’s ease with each other, the way they took care of one another, the happiness in his brother’s eyes made even a cynic like Dash take notice. Especially since he’d had his eyes opened to the stupid, selfish way he’d been living his life.
He thought about Xander’s path to where he was now. He’d enlisted in the Marines rather than follow Linc’s footsteps in the family business. He’d wanted to get away from their father, Kenneth, and his cheating bullshit and unrealistic expectations. When he’d bothered to pay attention to his children, that was.
With Kenneth dead and gone for a while now, thanks to a heart attack, the family had been able to relax. Sad but true. But Xander hadn’t come home from Afghanistan the same kid he’d been before being medically discharged thanks to an injury from his proximity to an IED. Xander had been darker, quieter, and more solitary.