Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“If you keep showing up, we’re going to make you join.” Angel's voice causes us to turn around. “Why the serious faces?”
“It’s nothing.” I wave my hand. Nikolai drops a kiss on the top of my head before letting me go. Angel and I take our normal spot and pull out our books to talk.
My eyes can’t help but keep flicking over to Nikolai. I’m more turned on than I should be. There might be something wrong with me. It’s a fight not to wiggle in my seat.
“You okay?” Angel nudges me with her elbow.
“Yeah, just a little distracted, I guess.”
“I can see why.” She laughs. “You two have plans this weekend?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m never sure when Nikolai might be working.” Shit, what do I say if she asks me what he does?
“Well, if you want to hang out, text me.”
“Okay.” That actually might be fun. Angel is starting to feel like a real friend. It's kind of sad, but I only had my sister to consider as a friend growing up.
We say our goodbyes before heading out. I feel guilty for being happy that Matteo and Mona aren't at the condo tonight. Nikolai and I enjoy playing house when they're not around. He watches me cook dinner for the two of us.
“I heard you tell the blonde I wasn’t fucking you.” My fork pauses halfway to my mouth. I bet Becky would die if she knew a man kept forgetting her name.
“We’ll, we’re not,” Guilt fills me. I know about his past. He opened up to me. “Not that we need to. If you need time or whatever—”
Nikolai throws his head back and laughs. I can’t help but stare at him. That dimple of his is showing. Damn, do I love it when I get it to come out.
“First off, I fucked you with my tongue this morning.”
“Nikolai!” I gasp, like someone might hear us even though we’re alone. I like when he’s crude. No one has ever spoken to me that way. I can still be a little shy about it, but I don't want him to stop.
He’s not wrong, though. I had woken up with his mouth all over me. I can’t get enough of how needy he can be when he starts to touch me, but it’s always just been about me. I want to give him pleasure too. I know he’s gotten off when we’ve dry humped like the horny teens we are, but I want my mouth all over him.
“I love when I get you to blush like that.” He leans over and kisses my cheek. I love it too.
And I’m pretty sure I love Nikolai too.
17
NIKOLAI
The blonde pissed me off. When I heard the way she talked to Riley and then saw her hands on her, it made me see red. I’m still not sure I’m done with her yet. Maybe she learned her lesson, but people like her typically don’t. Their ego can get in the way. Entitlement rolled off her in waves. I hated how vulnerable Riley looked at that moment. I don’t even want to think about what might have happened if I hadn’t been around.
I would bet that I was the first to ever put that girl in her place. How she ever believed for a second that anyone would choose her over Riley is beyond comprehension. She must be delusional. It might make her feel better to physically intimidate Riley and spew those lies about her appearance, but anyone with eyes knows none of it is true. Riley is drop-dead gorgeous. I bet it really pisses the blonde off that even her shithead boyfriend has been sniffing around Riley.
I kiss Riley’s warm cheek again. I can’t get myself to stop touching her. I’ve watched so many men fall into all kinds of vices. I never understood the love one. It was a foreign concept to me. Now I can’t get enough of it. I know I never will.
“I just want you to be ready before we cross that line.” I’ve been keeping my dick in my pants for a reason. I don’t trust myself. “Once we cross that line…” I trail off, trying to temper my lust, knowing once I fully take her, there is no turning back.
“Well,” Riley says, licking her lips. “Next time we’re, you know—”
“I’m eating your sweet pussy.” I fill in for her, watching her face turn redder. I have to reach down and adjust my cock. One day I’ll watch her blush as she wraps that mouth around my cock.
“Yeah, that.” She ducks her head, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “I’m okay with doing more.” I put my finger under her chin, making her lift her eyes to meet mine.
“You really think you’re ready for that? When it comes to you, Riley, my control isn’t the best.” I want her to understand that. To know what she’s asking me for.