Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“You’re taking this awful personally,” I remark, and now Dane’s eyes narrow at me.
“He hurt you,” he grits out from across the counter. “Of course I’m taking it personal.”
“They’re just flowers, Dane,” I tell him with a smirk. “I didn’t ask for them, and I don’t want them.”
“Then you won’t mind if I throw them away,” he mutters, getting up to head to the kitchen table. I don’t say a word as he picks the flowers up, vase and all. He takes a moment to read the card, scowls, and then turns to the garbage can to throw them away.
When he’s done, his eyes come to me and I try to wipe the smile off my face. It’s not fast enough, and he grouses, “I’m not jealous.”
“If you say so,” I tell him with a serious look.
His eyes darken, and he strides toward me. My heart rate speeds out of control the closer he gets, and then he’s on me. Hands in my hair, mouth hot on mine as he kisses the amusement right out of me.
Moaning, I press into him and feel his length hardening against me. With a hand fisting my hair, he pulls his lips from mine just enough to whisper urgently, “I need to fuck you right now.”
“Staking your territory?” I murmur, and I get a hard slap to my ass for my temerity.
I yelp but push harder into him, because that actually felt good.
“Mmmmm. Someone likes getting spanked.” His hand rubs my ass as he kisses me again, then he’s pulling my skirt up. I’d not had time to change after work, merely kicked my heels off in the foyer.
Dane spins me and bends me over the counter where I rest my forearms. He yanks my panties down my legs, and I step out of them.
“Spread ’em, baby,” he says roughly, and I do.
“What about Andrew?” I ask hesitantly, wondering what it would look like for him to walk in on this.
“He’s late,” Dane mutters as his hand rubs my bare ass. “His loss.”
“But what if—”
My words are cut off as his hand cracks against my skin. I involuntarily flex my hips inward to get away from the pain, even as my pussy contracts in pleasure.
He slaps me again on the other ass cheek. Before I can even gasp over that strike, his hand comes down right on my pussy.
I shriek, “Jesus… Dane,” and then I’m groaning as he sinks two fingers into me.
Chuckling, Dane teases me, “Three slaps and you’re soaking wet.”
I groan again and my head drops down in shame, but not really. God, that felt good.
My pulse fires crazily when I hear Dane’s zipper come down, and then he’s pushing his cock right inside of me. He thrusts hard and deep, and without giving me any time to appreciate the fullness of him, he starts fucking me fast. Pressing his fingers to my clit, he hammers into me. It takes no time at all for me to explode as I cry out his name. Dane keeps thrusting, grunting with every stroke until he grinds out his release with a long groan of satisfaction.
Rather than pulling out, Dane wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me up slightly. He puts his mouth to my ear and says, “I really am sorry Jamie hurt you. It pisses me off seeing him try to make amends and for more reasons than because I’m the one fucking you now.”
I smile and bring my arms up to rest over his. His cock is still long and hard inside me for now. “Did he really hurt me, though? I mean… within a few days, I was fucking Kynan, then you. I’m currently fucking my two best friends. Did he hurt me or free me?”
The rumble of a chuckle vibrates from Dane’s chest into me. “If I believe he freed you, I’m going to have to send the fucker flowers myself to thank him.”
I laugh as Dane pulls out of me, and then watch him with way too much affection raging through me as he squats down to help put my panties back on. When he pulls them up over my hips, he presses his lips to the center of them for a brief moment before looking up at me.
“You’re not free,” he says as he looks up at me, giving my hips a squeeze.
“I’m not?”
“You have me and Andrew.” His voice is soft, but there’s uncertainty there when he says “Andrew”.
“He’s over half an hour late,” I tell Dane as he pulls my skirt down into place and then stands up to face me.
His hands come to my shoulder, and he bends so his face is closer to mine. “We need to cut him loose.”
My eyebrows draw inward as a stab of pain hits me in my gut. “We can’t. It’s cruel.”