Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Matt’s eyes filled with that crazed look like he was going to call my bluff, but he only raised his glass for another sip—make that a gulp—of alcohol. Guy was back to lounging; he almost looked like he was going to fall asleep. And Tony’s eyes were narrowed and fixed on me before I looked at him. He raised his chin up, in a slow way, like he was almost challenging me, but then his gaze slid away to the window. From his profile, he looked pensive.
And me, I set my bag on the floor, pulled my computer out, and did my coding assignment.
FOURTEEN
Cyclone thought Guy was hilarious. That was fine.
Seraphina had a crush on Tony. That was not fine.
Matt gargled mouthwash, spit it out, rinsed it with water, and was the best actor I’d ever seen. Really, really not fine.
If I hadn’t smelled the booze, I never would’ve known he’d been drinking. As we ate—it was a spaghetti night—the only person who gave him a long, questioning look was Theresa. Chrissy, no clue. Payton, I was assuming no clue, but then again, it was a repeat of the other time. She said nothing. She kept in the background, only there when Seraphina and Cyclone went to talk to her or hug on her.
Cyclone and Seraphina really had no clue. Matt was the most charming and sober acting around them.
That was scary to think about.
He didn’t have a great history of being sober—or being drunk, for that matter. Having an affair, getting trashed, and inviting a crap ton of randoms to his place … and that was just the highlights I could remember from this summer. His being drunk but acting sober was almost terrifying.
We ate. We bowled.
After, I was right in the time frame. We were in the limo heading back, fifteen minutes to ten. If I’d been worried about how Tony and Guy would act around my siblings, I would’ve worried for nothing. Both were normal, and both did the mouthwash trick right alongside Matt before walking inside. Tony was quiet, almost competing with Payton for who was the quietest. Matt and Guy cracked jokes, and Guy loved teasing Chrissy.
As for me, I was too distracted with watching Matt like a hawk, while trying to make sure Ser and Cy had no idea I was tense as hell, so I forgot to pull Chrissy aside and talk to her about my dad. I also wasn’t sure if I wanted to talk to her about it. Kash seemed sure nothing would come from it, and I still didn’t know how I felt about the whole sleeping together thing. So when I did not get an invitation to extend this party at Naveah—where I knew they were going, even though they didn’t tell me—I was mostly thinking about what I needed to finish before hitting the bed.
I needed to finish my coding, and I needed to read six chapters. And then I needed to sleep, because Kash was going to wake me up whenever he rolled in. He’d only sent a couple texts and called once before he was loading back onto the plane after his one-hour meeting.
He was in the air now and not within cell range.
I slid into bed around one a.m. My eyes felt like they were bleeding, but I fell asleep with a smile because I knew what I’d be waking to in a few hours.
* * *
I wasn’t disappointed.
His mouth woke me.
Hard. Demanding.
The bedsheets were whisked away. The bed depressed as Kash crawled more on the bed and his body came down over mine. He still held his weight up, both his arms resting beside my head, but his mouth was on mine. And it was impatient.
I opened for him, and his tongue slid inside. He was tasting me, claiming me. Commanding me.
“Fuck.” He pressed down on me, grinding into me, and I felt how hard he was. He was ready to go. “I missed you.” He whispered those words against my lips, not even lifting away to talk.
I opened my mouth, trying to reply, but he drowned the words.
“Babe, I don’t want to wait.”
I didn’t want to either.
I grabbed the back of his head, my fingers fisting into what little hair he had, and I pulled him tight against me.
I slid my hand down, undoing his pants, and I found him. I wrapped my hand around him, pulling him out and kicking his pants down at the same time.
He helped me, maneuvering, and then a savage growl left him and he was gone.
I was dazed at first.
At first.
Then I heard him ripping his clothes off and I jackknifed up. I was racing him, my heart pounding hard in my chest.
My tank. It was gone. Then my underwear, but I only got a finger through one of the sides, intending to start pulling it down my legs, before Kash grabbed them, and they were gone the next second. I heard a ripping sound and he was back over me, then I felt him, and he was inside me.