Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
That, I can handle in public.
Her nervous eyes flash to her husband, and I check with him, too. As is considerate, of course.
His unremarkable face with his dull, brown hair smiles at her, nodding once.
He may like other women, but he wants her to be happy. Aw.
I lead her to a couch in the center of the room, and Jerome and Micah join me. I want Dallas to watch this. I want him to see that life goes on without him, and no one thinks about him.
No one.
I slide my hands down her body, kneeling at her feet and gliding my fingers back up, underneath her skirt.
Her mouth falls open, and she fights a smile, holding my eyes as I pull down her panties.
I wish this got me hard. Women know how to dress, and they always smell good. They’re gentle, tender, and useful.
Soft, manicured, waxed, tanned, and painted. They decorate men.
If I can’t do her, I can’t do anyone. I need to make this happen. Sliding her heeled legs out of her panties, I sit her down on the couch and kneel at her feet. Hooking one of her legs over my shoulder, I trail my mouth up the inside of her thigh. Her pussy is waxed, which I like.
So many times, I fantasized about Dallas catching me touching someone else and pulling me back into his grasp. How many times I wanted him to see something like this and hate it.
Jerome comes down on her right, turning her mouth to him while he unhooks her dress at the back of her neck. The top spills down, Micah diving in to feast on her breasts. Jerome kisses her lips and I tease her clit.
Her moans come in a steady succession, her back arching off the couch as I suck her into my mouth.
She cups Micah’s head with one hand, slipping the fingers of her other through my hair.
But I feel his eyes.
This is for me, not him. He won’t get jealous. I know that now.
I do everything slow and tantalizing, though, for him.
A current flows under my skin, making my cock swell hot with blood. Shooting up, I tongue her nipple, Micah and I both sucking on a breast each.
Without taking my mouth off her, I roll up my sleeves and wrap my arms around her, pulling her up to me. The other two fall away, and I whisper to her. “Kiss me.”
She breathes out a little giggle, dipping her hand between my legs as she taunts my lips with little nibbles. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she groans.
We kiss, but all I feel is him. I want him to know life is going to be diamonds without him.
Watch me.
Watch me get married and bring my kids into that school and get on and off private planes and boats and golf courses.
Watch me for the rest of your fucking life.
“His tattoo,” a woman says somewhere close to us. “Is that a Jaeger?”
I go still, Sarai continuing to kiss me.
“You like?” another woman replies.
“He’s pretty.”
The hair on the back of my neck rises; I feel Dallas close. How the hell do they see the tattoo? It’s covered by his shirt.
“You wanna touch?” someone asks, and I think it’s Jenna Taylor and Suzanna Johnson speaking. I think I remember seeing them sitting nearby.
I try to move my lips, but sweat dampens my back.
“I wonder if that’s the one my daughter spent the night with,” another woman chimes in. “When she was home for spring break.”
“Did she say he was good?”
I dive into Mrs. MacLeod’s neck, feeling her gasp as I glare at the bitches on the couch behind her. They stare in my direction, over my head.
“She kept the details to herself,” Mrs. Taylor taunts.
“Well, I guess it’s fine if you keep something to yourself, too.”
They giggle their fucking giggles and rise, taking their drinks with them. I close my eyes, covering Sarai’s mouth with mine.
Does he enjoy that? Women talking about him as if he’s good for one thing? He’s some kind of fucking joke, I swear.
He’s not going to be shit in twenty years—hell, ten years—when he’s not the piece of meat he thinks he is anymore.
I know he’s behind me somewhere, and I know he’s baiting me. I should ignore him, stay on task, and then forget he exists once this is all over, but I can’t resist.
I’m finally having fun in here.
Rising, I pull Mrs. MacLeod up. “Come here.”
Taking her place on the couch, I guide her down into my lap, reverse cowgirl.
Gesturing to Micah, I watch him sink to his knees, taking my place between her thighs. Leaning back, I slide my hand into his hair, pressing his head to her cunt.
Gripping her scalp with my other hand, I turn her mouth to mine, counting the seconds as I resist looking up.