Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”
15
Lucas
Her mouth hangs open at my declaration. I know a few good ways to put that to use. My cock in her mouth, for one.
“If you still want some cock, have at it.” I wave my hand at my already hardening cock as she sits up on the bed. I’ve stepped away to retrieve my cell, as it hasn’t stopped ringing.
“You should take that call and leave.” She smiles sweetly but I know it’s anything but sweet. When I check the screen, it’s Sergio.
“Why would I do that when I have you in my bed.”
“I’m not sleeping in your damn bed.”
“Why not? It’s good enough to fuck in but not sleep?” I ask, shooting a text to Sergio, then walking back over. But before I can grab her, she bounces to the other side of the mattress. I step around, but she climbs back on and gets off the other side.
“You want to play a game?” I ask.
“I’m not sleeping in your bed,” she repeats with more vigor.
“You are.”
“I’m not,” she argues back.
I crack my neck from side to side, and she tracks my every movement. When I put my hand out to grip the window behind me, she follows that motion, which gives me enough time to jump and capture her leg as she tries to climb to the other side of the bed. It doesn’t take me long to pin her down and have her wiggling below me.
“If you keep that up, my cock will soon be back in your pretty little cunt.”
Her eyes go wide, and she stills.
“Good girl.” I pause and feel her right there, how easy it would be to slip right back into happiness.
I let her hands go but stay on top of her
Easy.
“Now, where are you sleeping?”
“Not with you,” she whispers. Then, before I can do anything, she has something pressed against my head. I feel the barrel and know what it is straight away. “Now, get the fuck off of me.”
I move my hand between her legs and feel her wetness. Sliding my finger between her folds, I bring it out and smell as I see my cum between her legs on her thighs.
“Go see a doctor.” She hasn’t moved the gun away from my skull.
“You smell sooo good.”
“Good. Now, get off me.”
“I could take that gun from you in a second and tie you to this bed in less than five. Which game do you want to play?”
Chanel’s eyes go wide, and I move quickly, ducking backward and hitting her palm, making her drop the gun.
“You’re going to behave now, right? Or do I need to tie you to the bed again for being a bad girl?”
“So help me God, Lucas, if you do not get off me now, I will never fuck you again,” she swears, trying to sit up.
“Fuck! Fine.” I climb off because that can’t happen. I like the way she smells and tastes way too much to let that ass go any time soon. The second I’m off her, she runs for the door. “Fuck, woman! At least put on some clothes,” I tell her as she gets to the door.
She pulls it open and looks back.
“Anyone who sees you naked, I’ll put a bullet in.”
She steps back in and closes the door.
“Now, clothes.”
“You’re a real controlling asshole, you know that?” She turns, reaching for her discarded dress, which is ruined.
“No.” She throws her hands up as I walk around and open my suitcase and pass her a shirt. “Put that on, then you can leave.” She does so, quickly, before she turns and bolts from the room, leaving the door open behind her.
Her bikini is still on the floor and I pick it up, then pad down to her room and knock quietly.
She opens the door, then goes to shut it immediately. “You’re naked,” she points out.
“Just in case you want me to join you,” I tell her, smirking. My cock is hard again just from seeing her, and she glances down at it while I take in the sight of her still in my shirt.
My dick twitches so much—it wants her.
I know, buddy, I want her too.
“Go to bed, Lucas. I’m sure you have things to do other than come here and annoy me.”
“Oh my God, Lucas, really?” We both turn to see Sailor with Wren in her arms. She’s covered Wren’s eyes but shakes her head. Chanel reaches for me and pulls me into her room.
“Tell me when you’re gone so I can kick him out,” Chanel yells through the door to Sailor. I walk up behind Chanel and press my body against hers, trapping her between me and the door. “Fuck off, Lucas.”
“Why?” I groan. “We could fuck here. Anywhere. You pick.”
She spins to face me. “I’m tired, and right now I’m wondering if that was a big mistake.”