Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
He holds her as she sniffles and whines, kissing her forehead then over each eye as she flutters them closed. “The contract was for work. I didn’t want things to get complicated, so I had a relationship contract drawn up.” Her eyes widen, tilting her head to gape up at him. “We were discussing whether it was necessary, with you only having a few weeks left until Robert returns.”
Green, wild eyes flit to me, and I nod in confirmation. Gripping his forearms, she urges him to release her face, and he does, but he moves his hands to her hips like he’s frightened to lose the connection.
“What about the three-month contracts the woman mentioned?”
“She’s a bitch,” I shrug. “And she was jealous to find you there.”
“So she lied?”
“Not exactly.” Tristan runs a hand across the back of his neck as she blinks up at him.
Entering the small space, I take her hands and encourage her to sit on the bed, lowering to my haunches to be at the same height as her. “Before you, there were women we shared and had contracts with in order to protect all parties.” Damn. It sounds dickish when I say it out loud. “There are some women who target men like us because of our wealth, and well, with our particular needs, it’s easier to have a contract in place so everyone knows what they’re getting into.”
Her cheeks blossom that adorable shade of pink as she nods her head. “But you don’t want me to sign a contract?” she asks.
“Fuck no,” Tristan answers for us both, dropping his ass next to her and sniffing her hair like a predator.
Capturing her chin, I draw her gaze from him to me, “You’re not like those other women. None of them shared our beds. With them it was always a transactional kind of thing.”
“With you, it’s everything,” Tristan adds, she leans into him when he runs the backs of his fingers down her face. I’m glad she’s taking this so well, because I’ve never seen him like this. I genuinely think he’d fucking keep her whether she wanted him to or not.
“Please come home.” He whispers, tilting her face to his and catching her lips in a soft kiss. She sags into him, all the stress leaving her body, and my heart finally stops pounding out of my chest.
“Okay,” she murmurs.
“Okay,” Tristan and I say together.
“That woman is gone, though? Because you may like to share, but I don’t.” Her stern tone has my cock twitching with glee, loving her jealousy.
“You’ll never have to see her again,” Tristan assures her, pulling her to her feet and out of the room.
“My things,” she says, attempting to tug free from him.
“We’ll buy you new things,” he replies, not releasing her. She giggles when he scoops her up in a bridal hold and marches out of the apartment.
NINETEEN
Tristan
Staring at Poppy—curled up next to Vance, sleeping in my bed—steals the breath straight from my lungs. I stalk her like a lion strutting to a feast then nuzzle her neck.
“Good morning,” I murmur into her skin and inhale her scent, loving the vanilla shit she lathers her skin in.
Stretching like a cat, she beams at me. “Morning.”
“Are you sure it’s morning?” Vance cracks open an eye and throws his arm around Poppy’s waist, dragging her back against his body.
“It’s Christmas morning.” I pull the duvet off of them when they attempt to snuggle and close their eyes. Both complain and reach for the duvet, but I’m fast, flinging it to the rug at the end of the bed.
“I have a gift for you, Poppy.” That gets her attention, pushing out of Vance’s embrace she crawls onto my lap.
“Is it big, hard, and full of jewelry?” she asks in an airy breath, dropping her eyes to where my cock tents my shorts. Fuck, now I wish I’d tied a ribbon to my cock.
Her hand slips down my bare chest then continues lower. “Because that’s what I asked for.” She giggles, and I grab her hand before she can wrap it around the wrong gift
Getting to my feet, I hoist her over my shoulder, making her squeal. I slap her bare ass, loving her shocked intake of breath. From this angle, I can smell her pussy, and it’s making me hungry.
“Are you coming, lazy ass?” I throw over my other shoulder to Vance.
“Did you get me a gift?”
I quickly spin around to answer him, melodic laughter spilling from Poppy at the speed. “Our gift is a joint gift this year,” I tell him, using my fingers to part Poppy’s pussy lips, flashing him her slick, wet hole. I move my hand farther up to her ass then use both hands to spread her ass cheeks, balancing her body on my broad shoulder. “Or do you want this one?”