Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 20578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“She cums fast, bro. You’ll have to teach her a little self-control, but, fuck, doesn’t she taste good?” Logan says smugly, as if he’s won the battle.
Luke gets up from the bed and storms out of the room. Right before he slams the door, I hear him say, “I’ve had better.”
Gasping, I yank at my hands and try to get free.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Logan thunders as he unties my hands. “Princess, don’t listen to him. He’s just pissed. I’ll give him an ass kicking and set him straight.” He tries to bring me in for a gentle hug.
Pushing him away I head for the bathroom. “I don’t want someone to need an ass kicking to be with me, Logan,” I whisper and escape into the bathroom. I really don’t want him to see me cry. I don’t want them to know what kind of power they already hold over me. I have to get out of here. The lump in my throat is so big I fear I might choke on it.
“Princess, just please come out for a minute,” Logan pleads through the door.
“Just give me a little time to be alone. This is a lot to take in,” I beg
“Okay. Fine. I’m going to go talk to Luke, then make us some breakfast. We can all sit down and talk this out.”
“Mmkay,” I respond, trying to hide my sniffle. I can’t seem to stop the tears from leaking out of my eyes. He’s “had better.” He said so himself. I’ll never be what he needs. Why am I doing this to myself? This makes it so much worse. I had a perfect night with Logan and felt like I was finally getting what I wanted, and then had it callously ripped away from me.
I hear Logan make his way out of my room and I know it’s time to make my escape and make it fast. Dashing into my room, I throw on some leggings, boots, and a pink sweater. I grab my purse and race to the front door. I don’t want to be caught by Logan because I know he’ll try to stop me. I bet if I ran into Luke he would probably help me escape. The thought makes me sob.
Flinging open the front door I come face to face with the brunette from the bar last night. What the hell is she doing here?
“Can I help you?” I ask, while shutting the door behind me.
“Yeah, is Luke here? He left his wallet behind and I wanted to return it. He slipped out so fast I didn’t get to give him a proper goodbye, if you know what I mean,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.
I feel like I’m going to vomit. Without responding I push past her and make my escape.
CHAPTER 6 *Luke*
“I’ve had better.”
I’m such a fucking asshole. I’ve never tasted anything so sweet and perfect in my life. Someone explain to me why I keep pushing her away. I feel like kicking my own ass.
I leave the room and make it out to my car without looking back. How can I possibly fix things now? Seeing Logan with Sarah on the bed made my heart ache with love. It was the perfect image of everything I had ever wanted. The family I had fantasized about my whole life was sitting before me and I had to ruin it.
I put the keys in the ignition but I don’t make another move. I can’t leave. I can’t let Sarah feel that kind of pain. I’m an asshole and I’m totally okay with that. But I can’t hurt the woman I love most in the world because of my own self-hate. I sit in the car for about ten more minutes just breathing and trying to calm down. I need to make this apology good. If I don’t, Logan is going to kick my ass right in line behind Sarah.
I get out of my car and walk towards the front door when Sarah barrels into me. I can see she’s crying and all of my protective instincts kick in. I grab her up and wrap my arms around her and hold her to my chest. She’s so tiny I have to lean down to engulf her fully.
“Let go of me, asshole.”
I realize too late she’s struggling against me and trying to get free. God, I hope this doesn’t have to do with what I said earlier. And it sure as hell better not be because of anything Logan said.
“Princess, stop. Don’t fight me. I’m sorry, tell me what happened.”
Best to start with an apology – just in case.
I can feel her body get tight with tension, and I prepare for what’s about to come. Sarah is like a pot of hot water. Once she gets to boiling, there’s no stopping her.
“I said, let me go, ASSHOLE!” She tries to reach her hand up to slap me, but I already gave her a freebie at the bar last night, and it’s not happening again. I grab her by the wrist just before her palm connects, and lean down so I’m close to her face. I don’t want her to miss one word of what I’m about to say.
“I let you have your fit at Aces last night, and you got to lay a smack on my face. The next time you raise your hand to me, it’s going to be when I tie them to the ceiling to fuck you.”
If I’m honest with myself, I made the decision to claim her the second I got out of the car to walk back in the house. Having her taste on my face and tongue would make me fall to my knees and beg her to keep me. The first second her juices spilled in my mouth I was done. I tried to hold back but seeing her laid out in the bed with Logan sucking on her tit made me snap. I haven’t been with a woman in a long time and seeing her displayed like that was more than I could take.