Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I breathe in deeply. “I apologize.” I exhale. “How was your date with River last night?”
It couldn’t have gone very well, since River came straight to me for a night of rage-driven fucking afterward.
“It was wonderful,” Misty gushes, closing her eyes. “He’s wonderful.”
I swallow quickly to avoid casting my crumpets.
The fact is that I agree with her. River is wonderful. I don’t want to think he’s wonderful, but I do. He’s so ruggedly beautiful, a magnificent lover, and he’s caring. He can fuck me hard one moment and be warm and loving the next.
Then there’s that unspoken pull between us—that magnetic connection. Something about him calls to me, and I bloody wish it didn’t.
River Barrett doesn’t fit into my plans.
But despite my resolve, my inner hellion emerges. “What would you do, Misty, if some other woman was already tight with River? What if he was falling for someone else?”
“No!” Misty gulps, clenching her hands into fists. “It’s too soon. I’m the one he’s supposed to fall for.”
“And why is that, exactly?”
Her jaw drops, and she lunges at me. “It’s you. It’s you, Emily.”
I easily step out of the way and Misty tumbles to the plush carpeting. I give her a hand up and make sure she’s meeting my gaze before I say, “I never said he was falling for me or I for him, but I’ve sucked his cock and he’s eaten my pussy. We’ve showered together and fucked each other bloody raw. Many times. And it’s been a splendidly good time. What do you say to that?”
EPISODE 86
FLEX AND FLIRT
River
This is all so fucked up.
How did I let Evangeline talk me into staying behind? Into letting Brett look into why Rachel and Ginger left the hospital against medical advice?
Brett said I’m too close to the situation because Rachel was the first woman I connected with, but I disagree. Rachel is special, but she’s clearly looking for something other than what I can offer. I wish her well. That’s all.
At least I think that’s all.
Which of course is why Brett needed to go instead. The way he sees inside me pisses me off to no end sometimes, especially since I can’t see through him the same way. Never in a million years did I suspect he had some kind of romantic feelings for Jake all those years ago. Was it just a friendship that bloomed for him? Was it a need to protect that turned into something more? Did Jake ever know?
Unless Brett chooses to confide in me again, I’ll never have answers to any of those questions. He and Sienna are off to the mainland of Jamaica, and he’ll get her on a plane home.
I’m here, and I need to work off more aggression. Since Emily is God knows where—she didn’t come to say goodbye to Sienna, which was strange in its own right—I can’t rely on her for some raw fucking like I did last night. And it was just fucking to her, apparently, since she was happy to spread her legs for Brett this morning in the hot tub.
Emily. Rachel.
I sigh.
They’re both beautiful and intelligent, but there the similarities end. Rachel is reserved, contemplative, insightful. Emily is outspoken, charismatic, utterly captivating. And I know her much better than I know Rachel.
And then…Misty, who also didn’t come down to see Sienna off on her journey. Misty is beautiful and intelligent as well, but she’s also devious and calculating…and I want no part of her. What the hell is Brett thinking, wanting to keep her around just because she may be Jake’s half-sister?
Clad in workout clothes, I enter the private gym in the mansion—the best way to work off the steam and aggression other than fucking Emily. Time for some punching. Maybe I’ll imagine Seb’s smug face—or Brett’s—as I pummel the fucking bag.
The gym is state-of-the-art, of course, but nothing compared to my gym back home, with floor-to-ceiling glass so I can watch the sun come up or down as I work my body. I prefer the outdoors, of course, but Montana winters can be harsh, so even when I work out inside, I can see the winter beauty of my ranch, the snow blanketing the rolling hills and vast fields. The golden hues of light spilling from the ranch buildings. Once in a while a deer wanders onto the property, moving through the snow.
Fuck. I’m a little homesick.
I punch the bag with a satisfying thud. The impact sends a shockwave through my hand and arm, and damn… It feels fucking good. It reverberates down my shoulder and back, and before I feel it all the way in my core, I throw another punch.
Then another.
Four more punches before I begin to feel a release of tension, a moment of clarity.
I regulate my breath, adjust my stance, and pummel the inanimate bag, the clarity increasing as I go.