Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“I see,” I mumble, liking this Gabby chick less and less.
“What’s that tone about?”
“What?”
“Oh, come on, Luke. Whenever you hear something you don’t like or are resisting saying something negative, you get that bored sounding tone.”
“Learn that much about me already, Red?”
She frowns, looking down at me.
We’re lying in bed. After a full day of miniature golf, sex, food, and more sex, we came home and crashed. After a nap, she called her girl and I just watched her. I could watch her for hours and never grow bored.
“When someone is important, you learn everything you can about them, Luke.”
Fuck.
My girl knows how to punch you right in the gut.
I hook my hand against the side of her neck and pull her head down to me, kissing her. When we break apart, I rest my forehead against hers. Jasmine has a way of uncovering emotions that I’m definitely not used to feeling.
“That’s a nice kiss,” she murmurs.
“It was,” I agree, reluctantly letting her pull back so I can look at her.
“So, tell me,” she murmurs, pulling her knees against her chest.
“Do you really want to get into this right now, Red?” I mumble, flopping back on the pillow and throwing an arm behind my head to angle so I can see her better.
“I think I do,” she laughs.
“Just that maybe she has men trouble is because the word men is plural,” I respond.
“Ohhh…so she wouldn’t have trouble if there was only one man in her life?” she says with a grin, which lets me know she has a snappy comeback.
“Probably not as much. Although I suspect she’s fucking around with boys. I don’t know a man alive that will share a woman they care about.”
She moves around, dropping down on all fours and crawling over me, straddling my lap, making me hate the sheet between us even more. My cock stirs to life. You would think the damn thing would be worn out, but I don’t think that’s ever going to be possible around Jasmine.
“What about your nonstandard relationships, Luke? Those have an extra man or woman involved, sometimes more than one.”
“A couple of my brothers have gone that route. One worked out to where everyone seems happy, the other blew up so horribly that the shit storm that ensued still has people in its grip,” I respond, distracted as my hands slide along her soft hips, enjoying the feel of her skin against my fingers.
“You don’t sound like a fan,” she says thoughtfully, her voice tender as her fingers trace imaginary lines through the hair on my chest.
“I don’t play well with others, Red,” I grumble, the pads of my fingers trailing against the softness of her stomach. One day soon, I’m going to take my time kissing every freckle on her body. Fuck, they turn me on.
Everything about Jasmine turns me on.
“I happen to think you play very well with me, Luke,” she teases, her hips rocking against my hard cock which has found a home between her legs, her pussy grinding against the hard ridge. It’s good, but nowhere near as good as being inside of her. Still, it wouldn’t take much to come like this…not much at all.
“Take this sheet out from between us and I’ll show you how well I can play with you, woman.”
“In time. I’m kind of enjoying myself here,” she says, starting to ride against me, her breasts swaying with her movements, her hair pushed away from her face. Jesus, she’s magnificent.
“I’m never sharing you, Jasmine. You want to know what it feels like to have two dicks in you at one time? I’ll get inventive, but I’m never sharing you,” I warn her, my voice verging on the edge of being ferocious, as a wave of possessiveness comes over me so strong that I can’t control it.
She stops, looking down at me, her eyes dark, erotic pools that make me feel alive.
“What if I already know what that feels like?” she asks. I ignore the jealousy that spikes up inside of me, tapping it down with the knowledge that no matter what happened before me, she’s mine now and no one but me is ever touching her again.
“I’m going to ask you never to tell me about it so I don’t kill them and wind up in jail, unable to fuck you and keep you satisfied,” I growl.
Her body stiffens against me and I silently curse myself, wishing I’d kept my mouth silent.
“Jasmine—”
“It wouldn’t matter to me, Luke.”
“What wouldn’t baby?” I ask her, sensing something big brewing behind those beautiful eyes of hers.
“If you were or had been in jail. I wouldn’t give a fuck. I wouldn’t think less of you. Good people go to jail,” she adds, her voice dropping down. “Good people do bad things for the right reasons too. It doesn’t make them bad.”