Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I’d seen many a naked poker game in my life. Not to mention people literally fucking right in the middle of a party. So, yeah, there was nothing shocking when a pair of boobs flashed out. Then a whole ass as a skirt was lost, leaving a girl in nothing but a G-string.
I refused to seek out Rook, to know what girl he was flirting with. Or more.
Instead, I kept my gaze on the interactions between the two mostly naked girls and Raff and Colter as they decided to switch teams.
Raff playfully covered his eyes to protect the girl on the other team’s modesty.
Colter wrapped a casual arm around the same girl who was all too happy to plaster her bare chest to him as he aimed and sent a ball sailing into a cup across the table.
Once I finished my food, I set the plate in the dirty dishwasher, then made my way casually toward the hallway, like I was just seeking out the bathroom. When what I really intended was to go to Rook’s room and crash while the party raged, trying not to think about what Rook was doing. And with whom.
It was none of my damn business.
It wasn’t like we were together for real. He could sleep with whoever he wanted.
Hell, even if we were together for real, my life told me that even that didn’t mean monogamy.
I’d just stepped into the freight elevator and was starting to pull down the door when someone else grabbed it from the outside, dragging it back up again.
“Going somewhere?” Rook asked as he stepped inside, sliding the door closed behind me.
“Oh, I, uh, was just going to your bedroom. You can stay down there and have fun. Coach, Raff, and Colter are, you know, outnumbered.”
“Yet, somehow they’ll manage,” he said, slamming his hand into the emergency stop button when the elevator was between the two floors.
Well, this was as good a time as any, right?
“Okay,” I said, moving away from the wall and walking toward him, my hands going to his button and zip, then starting to lower myself down.
I didn’t expect the exasperated sigh to escape Rook. Or for him to reach for both my hands, stopping them from undoing his pants, then pulling me back up to my feet.
“Listen,” he said, turning me so my back was to his chest, then anchoring me with an arm around my belly. “When I touch you,” he went on, his hand sliding up my thigh, making my breath catch, “I am not doing it because I am expecting anything from you. I’m doing it because I like touching you.” His fingers pressed between my legs, making my head fall back against him, a low whimper escaping me.
Rook’s fingers did a little circle against my clit through my pants. “There’s no scoreboard. No one is keeping a tally.” His fingers kept working me as he spoke, making it almost impossible to focus on his words as the need in me grew. “And while I would love it if you touched me, I want it to be out of a genuine desire to do it, not out of some sick sense of obligation.”
His fingers grew more frantic, demanding, driving me up so effortlessly.
“And until I’m sure that’s what’s happening,” Rook went on, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to my temple as I whimpered and rocked against his touch, “I’m happy to just keep doing this.” His fingers pressed a little harder, making the orgasm surge through me, making me cry out as my legs went shaky.
His hand slid out from between my thighs, reaching out to hit the elevator button again. The other stayed around me, holding onto me as I slowly came down from the orgasm.
Did I maybe allow myself one extra moment of enjoying the closeness, of the strength of him against me? Yeah.
But I did force myself to step out of his arms eventually.
Taking his cue from me, Rook moved out from behind me to reach down and pull the door up.
He waved outward, inviting me to pass.
I did.
“Oh, and Tessa?” he called, making me stop mid-stride.
I angled my head back, but didn’t turn, finding myself feeling a little too exposed and vulnerable to look at him right then.
“I’m never going to be pissed off that you have fun with my brothers. First, because I don’t own you. Second, because I trust you. And them. You don’t have to explain yourself. Okay?”
“Okay.”
There was one blissful second where I thought he might let it drop. But then he spoke again.
“Look, I don’t know what happened at your old club. And I’m not asking because it’s not my business if you don’t want to tell me. But I feel like I can say that all that shit that you dealt with there that makes you go all round-eyed and panicked now, that’s not shit you gotta worry about here. With me.”