Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
I rolled my eyes at him. “Better pull it up on your phone, fucker.” Joey barked out a laugh. “She’s mine. No one gets to see her but me.”
River laughed and shook his head. “Eh, brother, you’ll be good for her,” River told me as he leaned back in his chair. “Sometimes, a woman needs just the right amount of control and the right amount of freedom to keep her balanced. Jessie needs that. Adelaide worries about her. She’s not the same.”
“She’s never going to be the same, River,” I told him. “Life dealt her a fucked-up hand. After going through the kind of shit she did? You don’t come out of that as the same person, no matter how well you recover.”
“And the fact that you understand that makes you even better for her,” River stated, always the honest one. He looked over at Joey. “Doesn’t bother you to see your sister wearing his name?”
Joey shook his head. “He’s the best one for her. I wouldn’t let anyone else around her but him.” Elaina brought him over a beer and leaned down to kiss him before she squeezed his shoulder and walked back over to the bar to go gossip again. Joey watched her walk away, a smirk tilting his lips. “Hot damn, I need to remember to buy her some more of those damn shakes she likes,” he commented, getting distracted. “Her ass is looking fucking amazing.”
Whiler laughed. I shot my president a deadpan look. He just shrugged at me. “What? A brother can’t admire his wife’s fine ass body anymore?”
Sam snorted. “Sometimes, I forget that you’re more vocal about Elaina than anyone else sitting at this table would be about their own woman.”
Joey shrugged. “Elaina eats that shit up,” he told us. “Woman went through hell and back. She doesn’t feel beautiful all the time, especially after having a baby. I’m here to remind her that I sure as fuck admire her.”
“I can remind her for you, too, brother.” Whiler winked.
Joey knocked him off his chair. I laughed. “You deserved that one, fucker,” I told Whiler as he laid out on the floor with a groan. “You’re going to learn one day to stop messing with Joey about her.”
Two hours later, Jessie came out from behind the bar and walked over to where I was sitting. Surprising the fuck out of me because she wasn’t one for really initiating public displays of affection, she placed her hands on my thighs as she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. I growled softly as I held her jaw, deepening the kiss for a moment before I released her, letting her take a seat beside me.
“Elaina is bringing the food with Adelaide,” Jessie informed us. She turned to me and narrowed her eyes. I arched an eyebrow at her. “Elaina wouldn’t let me help because someone scared the hell out of her because he threatened to physically carry my ass out here to the table, and she didn’t want me to be publicly humiliated.”
I shrugged at her. “Baby, if public humiliation is what it takes to get you to comply with basic shit, then so be it.” Her eyes darkened, her cheeks flushing the tiniest bit. I smirked as I leaned forward and held the side of her head, pressing my lips to her ear. “Does the idea of being publicly humiliated turn you on, my girl?” I whispered into her ear.
The tiniest moan slipped from her lips. I nipped lightly at her earlobe before I sat back in my seat. She glared at me. “Dick,” she sneered.
I arched an eyebrow at her, a smirk playing on my lips. I knew one of her little quirks. My woman enjoyed being dominated, but she was a fucking brat.
Never thought I would see the day that my ass would become a brat tamer.
But fuck if I wouldn’t enjoy it. And Jessie didn’t need a collar. I had her collared—with my fucking name on the back of her neck.
Mine. Forever.
I softly closed and locked the door to Jessie’s room behind me. She turned to face me. I leaned against the door and crossed my arms over my chest. “So, let me get this straight,” I began. “You don’t want to be controlled, but you have a thing for dominance?”
Her cheeks burned red at my words. “It’s not like that,” she said, but damn if her voice didn’t give her away. Her tone came out just a tiny bit more high-pitched when she spoke.
“Oh?” I moved towards her and gripped her bun in my hand, yanking her head back. With my other hand, I gripped her chin, forcing her to keep her eyes on my face. “Really?” I asked. She swallowed thickly, those pretty eyes of hers giving her away. “So, you’re telling me that if I were to slip a finger into those tight ass jeans of yours right now, I wouldn’t find you fucking soaked for me?”