Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Good morning,” I murmur against her hair, my arm snaking to her front. I find her clit and massage her there.
“Morning.”
I kiss her shoulder and rub at her, loving the whimpers she makes. She quietly orgasms as she tries not to wake Leo. The moment she comes, I pull my finger away and suck on a few of them. Her taste is fucking addictive. Once my fingers are good and wet, I drag them along the tip of my dick to lube it up. I know she’ll be dry from having gotten fucked four times in a row last night.
A tiny whine escapes her when I press the crown of my dick against her slit. Slowly, I ease into her pussy. I grip her full tit, my thumb and finger tweaking her nipple. My hips thrust against her in a steady pace that makes the bed creak.
“Clo…”
“Sebastian.”
“You’re the only woman for me.” I’ve been obsessed with you for years.
She lets out a soft moan. “What about that girl last night?”
I do not want to talk about my ex with my dick inside Clo.
“She’s not important. Watches my property while I’m gone.”
“So, you and her—”
I silence her by twisting her nipple slightly until she cries out. I’ll tell her about Rachel later, but now’s not the time.
It doesn’t take long before I’m groaning with my release. She starts giggling quietly and I sit up on my elbow to look at her.
“What’s so funny?” I whisper.
She points to the way Leo’s dick tents the sheet. He’s still snoring, but we clearly made our way into his dream. Chuckling, I pull her away and kiss her neck.
“Come on,” I growl. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Clo looks good enough to eat in one of my shirts and sweats. She has her own clothes now, but I must say I like the way she looks in mine. I throw on some track pants and a T-shirt. Leo is no longer in the bed when we come out of the bathroom. Clo loops her arm around mine as we follow the smell of bacon cooking.
So fucking glad we’re home.
Amenities. Clothes. A proper kitchen.
We never have to leave.
Leo is standing in his boxers, shoving a piece of bacon in his mouth as he looks at his phone. Ford is dressed in jeans and a hoodie, a scowl on his face as he looks in the kitchen. And Zac is wearing a pair of sweats with no shirt on as he taps away on his laptop.
If they’re over at the table, then who’s in the—
“I made a bunch of bacon because I know how much you love it, Sebby,” Rachel chirps as she comes out of the kitchen carrying a plate of bacon. She’s wearing a low-cut shirt that shows too much of her boobs for breakfast time. Her skirt is too short and too revealing. I’m embarrassed for her. As soon as her eyes rake over Clo’s appearance—just showered and wearing my clothes—her nostrils flare and her lip curls up. “Oh, hello,” she says to Clo coolly before regarding me with one of her bright smiles. “Morning.”
Clo tenses beside me. Leo grabs her wrist before pulling her to him in a hug. Rachel sets the bacon down on the table and then rushes over to me. She throws her arms around my neck and hugs me. Both Ford and Zac catch my gaze over her head, giving me a frown of disapproval.
“Morning,” I grunt back, gripping Rachel’s hips to pull her away.
She giggles and presses her tits against my chest. “You know how ticklish I am,” she says breathily. “Don’t worry. I still like it.”
Clo makes a choked sound. I glower down at Rachel.
“Enough,” I snap.
Rachel’s eyebrow hikes up. “Sebby…”
When her hand reaches out to stroke my chest, I grip her wrist before hauling her through the kitchen and into the laundry room.
“We need to talk,” I bite out as soon as I close the door behind us. I release Rachel’s hand and cross my arms over my chest. “You? In my house? Cooking breakfast? Doesn’t work for me, Rach. I pay you to make sure no one squats on my property while I’m gone, not to make breakfast.”
“Jesus, Sebastian, you don’t have to be so fucking rude.” Her bottom lip trembles. Guilt floods through me.
“Sorry,” I grumble. “It’s just that…”
“You’re fucking that girl?” She blinks rapidly at me as though she’s trying to imagine it.
“It’s not your business.”
“The hell it ain’t,” she bellows. “We have history. In case you forgot.”
“You’re not my fiancée anymore, Rachel,” I bark back. “You don’t get a say in my life. You also don’t get to walk into my house and do whatever the fuck you want, whenever you want. Clo is special to me. I won’t have you making her feel unwelcome.”