Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Eugene held up his hand, but stopped from following us inside.
“Got a call. Give me a few.” He held up his finger and put his phone to his ear.
Verity followed me inside, stopping short when I did.
“When he gets inside, will you tell him where these are?” I asked.
She nodded her head, and I touched the tip of my index finger to the tip of her nose.
Fuck, she looked good.
And those yoga capri pants were doing wonderful things to her ass.
The top wasn’t anything too fancy, just a black racerback tank that was tight around her bust and shoulders.
The bottom was clinging to her slightly rounded belly, and I found myself remembering what it was like to run my lips down the soft skin of her navel.
“Shower?”
I blinked, coming back to the present to find Verity staring at me with a knowing look in her eyes.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “Be back.”
I stripped my shirt off next to the couch, and didn’t miss the swift inhalation from the woman behind me.
With a smile on my face, I headed to my bathroom, stripping as I went.
By the time I got to the shower, I was naked but for my boxer briefs, which I pushed off not seconds later.
Turning on the shower, I got in, thankful for the cold water.
I needed a new water heater. Had needed one for months now.
But I hadn’t gotten it yet, because showering in cold water kept me from masturbating to the sight of Verity coming every two hours.
I hadn’t taken a warm shower since that night in Vegas when I’d taken her there, hot water scalding my back as I did.
I heard someone knock, and I rinsed off the soap, hastily got out, and grabbed a towel off the rack as I did.
My bathroom was small, but it wasn’t nearly as small anymore now that I didn’t have to contend with all of Destiny’s bras, makeup, and hair products.
It was nice to be able to take a shower without having to remove everything from the shower beforehand.
In fact, I would almost claim that I…
“What are you doing here?” Destiny’s annoying voice came through my paper-thin walls. “This is my house, bitch!”
I wrapped the towel around my waist, and yanked the door open to the bathroom, not stopping until I was through the bedroom door, and stalking up behind Verity who was blocking the entrance with her body.
“I’m not sure what you mean. From my understanding, this is Truth’s house, correct?” Verity asked ever so sweetly.
Destiny’s eyes filled with rage.
Then her mouth turned up into a smirk.
“You just like having my sloppy seconds?” Destiny mouthed off.
Verity didn’t even stiffen.
“It seems like I got the better end of the stick with this one,” Verity said, pressing her back against my still-wet chest. “I’ve, of course, had them both. What I can’t understand, though, is why you would go to Kenneth when you have something like this.”
She ran her hand up the side of my chest possessively.
And whether it was just for show or not, it was enough to make my semi-hard on—the one that came on the instant I realized that Verity was close—to steel pipe hardness in a matter of milliseconds.
I ground my cock into her ass, forgetting momentarily that Eugene was somewhere in the house behind us, and the she witch was in front of us…frothing at the mouth because she felt like Verity slighted her somehow.
You know, by taking her boyfriend or something.
Bitch.
“Did you need anything else?”
Verity’s voice was breathy, like I was affecting her just as much as she was affecting me.
“Yes,” she snapped. “I came here to talk to Truth.”
“From what I understand, y’all have nothing to talk about. Just like I have nothing to talk to Kenneth about, correct?”
God, she sounded so prim and proper that I wanted to strip the pants from her lower half and fuck that proper right out of her.
But then Destiny had to go and open her mouth, reminding me that she was there when I didn’t want her to be.
I’d much rather have Verity on her back, or her legs high in the air, while I drilled my cock inside of her.
Destiny could listen outside, though. That might make her being here worth it.
A smile crossed over my face, and I sighed.
“What else were you needing, Destiny?” I asked, letting my hand trail up Verity’s thigh.
My hand went up to the high waistband of her pants, under her shirt, to come to a rest right where the silky smoothness of her belly met the smooth, moisture-wicking fabric.
Her belly was slightly indented where her tight pants met her skin, and I fingered the line as I waited for Destiny to speak.
Destiny, however, was busy staring at me like I’d grown a second head.
“You’d take this,” she hissed, holding her hand out to encompass Verity’s body. “Over this?”