Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Miles clearly has his own.
Chapter Thirteen
Miles
Ryan deserves more than a loaner car. I’m going to have to take him shopping as a reward. I’ll tell Eden the car is mine until she’s ready to accept the reality that she’s mine, and that means I get to shower her and Ryan with gifts.
Violet shows no surprise when I arrive home with Eden, Ryan, and their bags.
“You didn’t bring much,” she observes.
“We’re only staying the night,” declares Eden.
“Sure.” Violet doesn’t believe her because she knows me. I gather up the bags and tell her to lead the way.
“The rooms are kind of bland,” Violet admits as we enter the first one that will be Ryan’s. “Very hotel like.”
I toss his bag onto the beige comforter. “You’ll have to make it your own,” I suggest to him. “Put some posters up. Throw socks on the floor. You’ll need a desk.”
“But we’re not staying long,” interjects Eden.
I ignore her and hand Ryan my card. “Either order one from some internet site or give this person a call. She’s a decorator.”
“I can work on the floor.”
“We’re only here for a day,” Eden reminds us yet again.
Violet’s growing concerned about the adamant stance Eden is taking. As for me, I figure it’s
part of the shock and fear caused by the man in her place.
“This room needs a desk anyway, Ryan. You’d be doing us a favor. Isn’t that right, Violet?”
“Absolutely. Like I said, these rooms are soulless. If you add some personal touches, it will save me money from hiring a designer.”
“Me? Help you save money?”
Violet nods vigorously. “Yes. I’ve been thinking about bringing someone in to fix up these rooms, but now that I have you I won’t need to do that. Your budget is fifty grand and not a penny more. I’ll expect receipts and everything. Don’t buy anything cheap. It won’t go with the rest of the house. Come on, Eden. This is your room.” Violet sweeps out, leaving behind a somewhat shell-shocked Ryan and a confused Eden. I use the opportunity to hustle Eden along.
“Here’s your room. It’s identical to Ryan’s.”
She spins around, taking in the beige comforter, the pale walls, the prim chairs, and the low, round table situated next to the window that exactly mirrors the setup in Ryan’s room.
“Like I said,” Violet repeats, “soulless.”
“Should I put up posters and throw around my dirty socks, too?” Eden is still skeptical.
“If it makes you feel at home, yes,” I answer.
Eden shakes her head. “Where do the stairs outside my room lead?”
This time it’s Violet’s turn to roll her eyes. “His room.” She jerks her thumb at me.
Eden’s eyes widen.
“It’s just how the house was built,” I say innocently. Ideally, she’ll be in my room. These were rooms for the kids we would have in the future. The stairway access would make it easy for us to respond to any issues they may have at night. I feel that information wouldn’t be helpful right now.
“And where do you stay, Violet?” Eden asks.
“There’s a guest house on the other side of the pool. The pool’s heated so you can swim anytime. I forgot to tell Ryan that. Make yourself at home. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Violet closes the door, leaving Eden and me alone. In two strides, I have her in my arms.
“Sweetheart, let me shoulder some of your burden.”
“I don’t know,” she says into my chest. “It doesn’t seem right.”
“My sister depends on me. Are you saying that’s not right?”
“No. Not at all, but she’s your sister.”
“And you are mine now as well.” I tip her chin up. “Give yourself a break. Just for tonight.”
I claim her mouth, not allowing her to protest. Fire licks up my spine. My cock turns rock hard. I sweep her shirt up over her head and bend her over my arm so I can taste her succulent tits. Her fingers find their way into my hair and clutch me closer. One taste is not enough. I take long pulls on each breast, filling my mouth with her flesh. She moans and writhes against me, her own want beating hard against her chest.
I lift her onto the bed and press her body into the mattress with my own. Her yoga pants are next and then her underwear until there’s nothing but a gorgeous, nude Eden sprawled on top of the mattress. Her golden limbs are highlighted by the soft lights of the lamps.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Eden. Look at this pussy. She’s hungry.” I draw a finger through her wetness and then stick it in my mouth. “Mmm. Never had anything better.”
“Not even my scones?” she replies shakily.
“Scones can’t compare.” I wet my finger again and hold it against her lips. “Taste.”
She’s shocked at first, but she doesn’t resist. Her tongue curls round the tip of my finger, and I nearly come from the thought of how erotic it will be when it’s my cock in her mouth instead of my finger. I need more of her.