Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Staying on top of her underwear, for now, I palm her pussy, pressing hard, making her clit rub into the base of my palm with every single grind of her hips. Breath is coming out in pants and the skin on the tops of her breasts flush this beautiful rosy color.
“Oh god.” The words come out in a broken cry from her lips.
“Yes, angel, show me how beautiful you are going to look when you come for me. Let me make you come on my hand and then in my bed on my cock. Come for me, beautiful.”
She looks down at me, her eyes are a little glassy, her cheeks bright pink, and her lips kiss swollen and parted. I lean up and claim her lips with my own. The movement in her hips is becoming erratic.
“Let me show you how good it can be,” I whisper in her ear. “Let me show you how a lover can make his woman feel.”
The word “yes” is on her lips. I can see the second she knows she is ready to give me everything when a yell comes from across the patio startling us both. I press Athena’s head to my neck, hiding her exposed breasts with my body giving her a little privacy as she gathers herself and rights her shirt.
“What the fuck, Heph,” I yell, pissed. I was so close, so close to claiming this woman as my own.
“Yeah, what the fuck, Paris?” Heph yells. “This is a public space. Why are you with her?”
“You sound a little jealous, man. Don’t get all mad at me because you were too fucking stubborn to realize how amazing she is.”
“Go home, Paris. You’re clearly still drunk.”
Athena stands, her shirt is now righted and other than her hair being a bit messed, and her lips swollen, you would have no idea what we were just doing. I, on the other hand, am a mess. My cock is still rock hard, pressing painfully against my jeans. And there is a wet spot from the pre cum soaking through the denim and another from her.
I keep arguing with Heph, trying to get him to fuck off, but it’s no use. The moment is gone and while he and I are bickering back and forth, Athena leaves.
FUCK.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Heph
What the fuck is happening with my family?
Does no one else remember the fucking plan?
We are supposed to be taking down Athena and securing Perseus’s legacy. Eros follows her around like a lost puppy, and I caught Paris seconds away from fucking her on the patio. Hell, even Perseus has his dick buried in her and isn’t going as hard as he should be with these plans.
I’m sitting in the library flipping through my phone when Athena comes downstairs. Doing my fucking job, I get up and follow her. I just can’t bring myself to be an ass right now. I wouldn’t say I’m losing my touch, but something has changed, and I need to check with Perseus before I push Athena further. After the past few months, I’m sure my presence is enough to rile her.
Truth be told, I have grown a soft spot for Athena, too. I really like her. She is quick-witted and sticks to her guns. She also doesn’t fold under pressure, which is something to be admired. This morning, when I caught her with Paris, I may have watched a little longer than I should have before making myself known. She looked amazing with her shirt pulled down, her body flushed as she was about to come for Paris. Part of me wonders if I interrupted because he was being disloyal or because I wanted to be the one she was dry humping.
“Here to slut shame me?” she asks.
“Nah, not my style. If I was going to shame you, it would be for being a gold-digging thief, not because you’re a woman who likes to feel good. Double standards aren’t my thing.”
She seems surprised. She looks like she is going to say something, then thinks better of it before deciding on a simple, “Thank you.”
“Don’t go all soft on me. You may have seduced the others, but I’m loyal to my family and not so easily swayed.”
“I can respect that, though part of me wonders,” she says, leaning against a counter, “if Perseus and I hadn’t started with a vendetta, if you and I would be friends.”
“The world will never know.” I roll my eyes at her blatant attempt to turn me from Perseus. “But I’m going to say no. I don’t like how you have changed my friends.”
“I haven’t changed any of them. Maybe you’re just seeing sides to them you normally don’t.” She heads back upstairs, now with an apple and water bottle.
I think about what she said. She didn’t change them, that I am seeing different sides, and the more I think about it, the less I believe her. Eros is always a flirt and a player, flitting from woman to woman after having them. Athena hasn’t fucked Eros. He is working to get in her panties, so maybe… but Paris and Perseus?