Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“That’s my sister you’re thinking about,” Ryan murmurs in my thoughts.
I sit on the bed, groaning, burying my face in my hands. What the hell have I done? I told Kay we need to forget it happened, but I don’t think I can. I’ll never be able to forget her.
CHAPTER NINE
Kayla
Staring at the ceiling,
Wondering if it’s real.
This Kai Baxter feeling,
My heart, he’s going to steal.
I shake my head, scratching out the last line with my pen. He’s not going to steal it. He already has. I’m at my desk, biting my lip, unable to sleep after what happened, after his hands were on me and his huge, hard dick was in my hand. It was unbelievable how big he was. Then, when I thought he was done, he took me again. It was so intimate, his manhood between my breasts, the absolute obsession in his eyes.
I kept thinking I would jolt awake to realize it had all been some sick dream—not sick because I didn’t like it. I loved it. It made my body tingle and my head cloudy and warm. Only sick because I know what Ryan would say. I know how much he’d hate us.
With a sigh, I push away from my desk, walk quietly to the window, and look down at the Strip. The lights burst up toward me, twinkling, shining. There’s so much light. It’s just as difficult to believe as the other thing, as the lust that burned between us. Now, we have to forget. That’s what he said. Pretend it never happened. How am I supposed to do that?
My heart pounds as I sneak over to the adjoining door and put my ear against it like when I eavesdropped on Kai and Ryan. I want to hear him on the other side of the door. Maybe he’s listening for me, too. Maybe he misses me, but there are no sounds, not even his husky breathing.
Why did he do it? I always wondered if he could want me one day when I was ready. I always dreamed Kai would find me attractive, but I wasn’t prepared for the unbridled passion. His hunger makes his body tense and swollen with muscle, his cock so massive, so rock-freaking-hard. It was so big my hand didn’t even wrap around it.
My core tingles as I think about taking him, all of him. Nerves try to tell me it will be impossible, but he’s my man. I’m up to the challenge. I can give him what he wants. I know I can. At least, I hope I can, but none of that matters. If Ryan…
Moving away from the door, I quietly get dressed. I can’t stay in this room any longer. It’s been several hours since the steaminess between Kai and me. I can’t sit here and pretend it doesn’t mean anything. I can’t pretend that he didn’t rework my entire world the moment he kissed me.
I can still taste his lips, still feel the moment the orgasm expanded inside of me, his finger rubbing my clit, the aching, the sweet release. My body’s pulsing just at the thought of it, trying to make me do it again.
After getting dressed, I leave the hotel room and head to the elevator. My belly feels the drop of the elevator way more than it should like I’m on some fairground ride. It’s the aftershocks of me and Kai, the hunger that won’t quit.
He looked so savage when I had him in my hand. With each stroke, he became more of a Titan, veins pressing against his neck, his dark hair falling wildly across his forehead.
I saw how he looked at me when he exploded all over my breasts. I could tell he wanted more, even though he just came. If it weren’t for my surname, we’d be doing more steamy stuff immediately.
Maybe he’d take it all the way, lie me on my back, and not care about the stuff he probably should care about. He likes my inexperience and the fact I probably won’t be able to compete with his other women.
That phrase—other women—almost makes me punch the elevator walls. There can be no other women ever—just me.
The hotel is right on the Strip. The second I walk through the automatic doors, the night air washes over me, my vision adjusting to the ubiquitous lights of the Strip.
I walk through the busy crowds with no destination in mind. I didn’t bring any cash, so I just wander, getting lost in the crowd and listening to snippets of conversations. One man is complaining about how much he lost on the blackjack table. A lady rants about her partner going to a strip club. Several groups laugh as an Elvis impersonator falls and springs back up. Thank you very much.
As I’m watching Elvis, a man walks up beside me. He’s wearing a vest, probably to display his muscular arms. They’re a little too freakishly muscular, in my opinion, but it’s not my place to judge. Veins bulge all over his skin. His blond hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail.