Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Then what?” A slow, sexy smile pulls at his lips. My heart flutters.
“Then we’ll watch a movie.”
“Watch a movie?” I laugh. That was the last thing I expected him to say.
“Do what you need to. I’ll make the popcorn.” He covers his mouth with mine, making movie watching the last thing I want to be doing tonight.
9
Jason
How does she make eating popcorn look so fucking sexy? Every time she reaches into the bowl, she only grabs one piece and brings it to her mouth. Even her soft purple nail polish adds to it all. I almost groaned when she kicked off her shoes, revealing her matching toe polish. She quickly made herself comfortable, and I swear it feels as though she was always meant to be here.
I never understood the whole foot fetish thing before, but really it’s every part of her that does it for me. I’ve got the popcorn bowl in my lap so that I don’t scare the hell out of her with how hard my cock is. It hasn't gone down since she walked in the door earlier. The instant pull I felt for her hit me like a freight train. I know it lacks logic, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m not only breaking rules I’ve set for myself in life but I’m also bending one of the club’s for her.
“Are you watching me or the TV?” She peeks over at me from under her eyelashes. I want to pin her to the sofa and have my dirty way with her. It takes every bit of my self-control not to. Her sweet innocence is fucking intoxicating. Drugs and booze have never really been my thing. But if they give you the feeling that being around Olivia gives me, then I could see how one could get addicted. Because that’s exactly what I am to her.
Growing up in a motorcycle club, all of that shit was always around. Don’t get me wrong; I dabbled in it a few times as a kid, but it never held my interest. Who knows if that would have lasted if I hadn’t gotten into trouble? It’s another reminder that getting pushed into the military likely saved me from the fucked-up path my father had me on. If drugs had hit me the way she seems to, I would have been done for.
“You.” I’m in no way hiding what I’m doing. There will never be a time where I hold back the fact that I want her. She has me imagining a life that I never thought was in the cards for me.
Earlier, I watched as she pulled out her phone and sent a few texts to her brothers. I have no idea what she told them, but I’m guessing she didn’t tell them she’s here with me. I know for a fact that if she had, they would have shown up here demanding I hand her over. That doesn’t mean I would have. She’s mine. The sooner they recognize that, the better off we’ll all be. I respect the fact that they want to protect her. I can’t blame them. Because even though I may have the best intentions when it comes to her, that doesn’t mean I don’t think about fucking her until she’s screaming my name and coming on my cock.
I’ve already pictured laying her out on every surface of this place. I’ve never been more thankful that I let my mom design this area for me in the warehouse. Olivia deserves to have something nice and clean. I want her to be comfortable. I could tell she’d been a bit unsure of herself out in the main area. She’ll find her footing soon enough. Once she’s my wife, she’ll run this place with me.
I'm sure some whispers are already floating around. I never take anyone back to my place except Arch or my mom. This is my area. I’d all but staked my claim on Olivia when I announced that I didn’t want anyone to bother me as I dragged her off with me.
“You know this is a bad idea, right? I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl.” Her breath hitches as she talks herself into saying more. I love how shy she is when it comes to talking about sex. I wait not so patiently, but I want to hear whatever it is so I know what I’m up against. What’s holding her back? People reveal so much more when you’re quiet and allow them time to gather their thoughts. “I’m a virgin, Jason,” she finally blurts out before jumping up from the sofa.
I snatch her by the wrist before she can try to put any space between us. I pull her back down, moving the popcorn so she settles down into my lap. She’s stiff at first until I start to work my mouth against her neck.