Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
The tightness in my chest instantly eases at the suspicion coloring Kayra's voice. As painful as it is to admit, I'm thinking I'll always be the more emotional one between us...but I still wouldn't have her any other way, since it's why I fell in love with her in the first place.
And as for Kayra's question...
"I'm just marveling at how pretty—-"
Her expression turns immediately sour.
"—-scary you are."
Kayra's face lights up, and it's just too fucking adorable.
"Did you see that, Cor?" Greg groans as I haul Kayra to sit on my lap.
"I wish I didn't," Corey says gloomily, "but I did."
"Major and his new girl have been really mushy, too," Greg goes on to share.
"It's been a while since I last saw Major," I comment. "How is he?"
"He just got engaged, the idiot—-" Corey sees Kayra raise a brow and adds hastily, "He should've done it much sooner is what I'm saying. Right?"
Greg and I laugh while Kayra purses her lips to fight back a smile. It's Kayra being human, and the sight of her right now is so fucking beautiful I'm tempted to give Greg and Corey a mil each, just for being themselves.
"Major is actually the reason we're all here," Greg suddenly recalls. "He and Nicole had their engagement party last night. We should all have dinner together, if you guys are free?"
"Sure." Kayra looks at me as I say this, and I grin. Yes, darling. I like showing you off.
Her lip only curls in response. Yuck.
Greg gets a text back from Major and grins at us. "How do you guys feel about yachting?"
Chapter Twelve
I STEP OUT OF THE CHANGING cubicle and get catcalled for the first time in my life. Any other guy would have his teeth knocked off by now, but since it's none other than Rake who's the culprit—-
No, no, no.
I am not going to give him the satisfaction of rolling my eyes just so he can grin at me and have us flirting again like two idiots.
Rake comes close to place his hands around my waist. His touch is firm and hot, and just like that I'm strangely out of breath as he guides me to turn around so that both of us are facing the full-length mirror. It spans the entire wall opposite the row of changing cubicles, and our reflection on it shows Rake towering over me from behind and looking deliciously hot and manly despite his ultra-preppy attire of white button-down shirt and khaki shorts.
"Damn, Kayra."
His tone is rough with desire, and his gaze hungry as he stares at the sundress I've changed into. It has a halter neckline that I need to securely tie behind my neck and a loose, swirly skirt that's just long enough to hide the gun I have strapped around my thigh.
"You look too hot, dammit."
"You look hot, too," I tell him, and after a moment, I add, "Darn it."
Rake grins. "Stop being so cute."
"Stop being so gross."
But this only makes his grin widen as he turns me around to face him. "Your mug shots seriously haven't done you justice."
"I can say the same about your video in Pornhub."
"In my defense—-filming that video was part of a Strakh op."
"I didn't expect it to be anything else."
"I was also of the impression that our tech team had already scrubbed every trace of it on the Internet."
"They have," I assure him.
"And yet you still managed to watch it."
"I have my ways," I say with a shrug.
"I love how you sound matter-of-fact even while low-key bragging like that."
And there he goes risking having his hands chopped off again as he manages to steal another stupid pinch from my cheeks.
"You truly are a girl after my cock," Rake purrs.
Yuck.
"You're just being vulgar for vulgar's sake, aren't you?"
"No, darling. I actually wasn't—-"
Rake makes a lightning-quick movement that has me on my knees in a blink.
"But now I am."
He unzips his shorts, and I suddenly find myself at eye-level with his cock, which has already swelled double its size.
Rake starts stroking it, and I actually feel myself getting wet between the legs.
His other hand grips my hair, and I feel myself getting even wetter.
But...seriously, though?
I look up at him, asking, "Really? Here? Now?"
"Yes, really," he answers by mimicking my tone. "Here. Now."
"What if someone sees us?"
"Are you trying to turn me on?"
"And aren't you worried I might bite your cock off for making me give you a blow job?"
"So you are trying to turn me on."
Grrr.
I tried, darn it.
But he's just saying the craziest things, and so the next thing I know I'm laughing...and it's while I'm still laughing that he grins down at me just before thrusting his cock all the way down to my throat.
Argh!
It's like having a giant hotdog stuffed in my mouth, and I can barely breathe as his cock starts sliding back and forth between my lips.