Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I feel like I’m being pulled in so many directions. And it dawns on me that I’m just not sure.
Except about one thing.
I won’t compromise my high standards for Leroy or anyone else. If he wants my trust again, he’ll have to earn it.
I look up and meet Marc’s gaze. Marc, who tried to be honest with me just now and give some decent advice. Marc, who deserved better than my “love him and leave him” attitude last night.
I absently reach for his zipper.
He places his hand over mine. “Whoa.”
I turn and close the pantry door. “I’m leaving. You won’t get into any trouble.” I drop to my knees and unzip his pants. His bulge is apparent. He’s ready. “How fast can you come?”
His reply is a groan as I pull out his hard cock. I trail my tongue over his cock head, sucking off a salty drop of pre-come. I lick my lips and look up at him.
His blue eyes are on fire.
I smile and then work his cock with my hand and my mouth, taking him all the way to his base. I finger his balls, play with them, as I slide my lips back and forth along his erection.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I’m aware of the hour, that the staff will be preparing lunch soon, so I was serious when I asked him how quickly he could come.
Turns out quite quickly, as already I’m feeling his balls scrunch and the contractions begin at the base of his cock.
I suck him harder, harder, harder, and when he releases inside my mouth, I take it. I swallow, letting it coat my throat.
I’ll never forget Marc.
I’ll never forget Alex. Or Brett. Or even the hot bartender Zion.
I’ll never forget Emily and Ariel and Heather.
But it’s time to go.
I rise and help Marc tuck everything back into place. Then I smile. “Thank you, Marc, for all the...advice.”
I leave the pantry.
EPISODE 77
A HOUSE DIVIDED
Sebastian
I head back to my suite only to spy the lovely Emily leaving River’s room. She and I have hardly spoken since the first night when I made her come in my suite.
“My English rose,” I say, approaching her.
She raises an eyebrow. “My elusive rocker.”
She offers no explanation for leaving River’s suite, and I don’t ask. None of my business anyway.
“Is our brooding cowboy decent?” I ask.
I rake my gaze over her. She’s wearing a simple running tank and shorts, but God... She looks like she just finished a wild night of sex.
And she doesn’t look the least bit ashamed or embarrassed.
“See for yourself.” She walks away with an ever so slight huff.
Fuck, she’s still hotter than forty hells.
I sigh. Does River have his sight set on the English rose? She was my first choice, but now that I’ve gotten to know Heather better... Oh, hell, I haven’t made any decisions yet. But if River is gravitating toward Emily, maybe she’s the pawn I need to get him to stay on the island.
I pound on his door.
River opens immediately, his eyebrows raised, but then he scowls at me.
“Expecting someone else?” I ask. “An English damsel, perhaps?”
“What do you want, Seb?” he demands.
I walk in without an invitation and close the door behind me. “Change of plans,” I say. “I’m going to escort Sienna to the mainland. You need to stay here.”
“Fuck you and your ideas,” River says. “I told you my terms. Misty goes or I do.”
“I know what you said, and I know what we all said before we started this. We come together and we leave together.” I shake my head and motion toward his door. “Am I wrong, or do you maybe have a reason to stay?”
He pauses a moment.
I try another tactic. “What about Rachel?” I ask.
“I hardly knew Rachel,” he says.
“But you spent time with her the first night.”
He says nothing.
“Emily, then?”
His cheeks redden. Only slightly, but I notice.
So it is the English rose.
“Or Misty...” I can’t help adding.
River’s expression goes dark. “Fuck off, Seb.”
“See? You’ve got to stop that, Riv. There’s too much at stake here for all of us. We can’t fight among ourselves. I’ve got a plan to get to the bottom of what Misty’s after, but we need to work together.”
“I’m done with plans and schemes,” River says. “You all do whatever you want. I’m going to do damage control with Ginger and Rachel. Make sure we don’t get our asses sued on top of everything else.”
“What if I told you that Ginger and River are coming back? As soon as Rachel is clear to leave?”
River widens his eyes for a split second, but a moment later he’s back to anger. “Bullshit. You’re bluffing, and you’re shitty at bluffing. You really think they’re going to even consider coming back when Rachel thinks Misty or Evangeline sabotaged her?”
“You don’t understand. I’ve worked it out with Evie. I told her to get them back, to do whatever it takes.”