Men of the House Read Online Abby Angel, Alexis Angel

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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Then I look back at Colt, and I can see a hunger in his eyes. He definitely wants Karen, but it's not right; they're brother and sister. I don’t want them messing around like that. But I know that’s not really the thing that’s bothering me. Colt starts to tackle her in the pool, and he’s touching her as if he has the right to do it.

She’s enjoying it. I hate her for loving his hands all over her. She doesn’t seem to be fighting back; in fact she’s letting him do what he wants to her. I turn away and grab a beer from the fridge, and then grab a chilled pint glass from the freezer. I wanted them here to discuss Clara's estate and this house, not for them to get it on.

This is wrong; but if I’m honest, it’s not so much about what they’re doing, but more about the way they’re making me feel.

With my beer in one hand and the frozen glass in the other, I walk outside. The sun is beating down onto the pool deck and if my hands weren't full, I would be shielding my eyes. It's amazing because Colt and Karen haven't even noticed me yet. They stop splashing and Karen swims up close to Colt. Their faces are inches apart, and it looks as if she's going to press her mouth to his, but I don't let that happen.

Standing at the edge of the pool, I cough to get their attention. Both of them look startled for a moment and look up at me, floating apart and creating some distance between each other. It feels as if Colt's annoyed that I showed up, and I think I know why.

Sorry big guy, but the real man of the house is here now.

"Well, look who decided to show up," Colt scoffs, and his blatant disrespect grates on me, but I didn't call them here today to make waves. I'm not here to fight. Instead, I swallow my pride and take a seat in one of the patio chairs.

"It looks to me like you two are getting along just fine without me," I say. I wonder if they can detect my sarcasm.

Colt goes on to give me some sob story about a trip to Bali and that I somehow rained on his plans, but what he doesn't realize is that this is bigger than Bali, or hanging with his fraternity brothers.

I continue, "Look, I'm sure you two have lots of big plans this summer, but before any of that happens, we need to have a serious talk." They both stare at me and I go on to tell Karen that we have to talk about her mother's estate. The way she looks at me when I mention her mother pains me. I know this isn't easy for her; it isn't easy for any of us. I tell her I'm sorry, and in this moment, I want to comfort her. I want to wrap her in my arms and protect her.

She's nods and before I can say another word, Colt jumps in demanding we break the estate up and split it three ways. But what he doesn't understand is that I need to keep it in one account to keep my company solvent. I try to make my point known, but Colt is growing increasingly hostile.

"That's selfish," Colt says.

"I'd say you're being the selfish one here Colt," I reply. He isn't thinking about the family; this is all about him.

"So this is why you brought us here?" Colt asks.

"In part," I say.

"What kind of a parent does that?" Colt snaps.

"Hold on, Colt. That's unfair," I say.

"You know what's unfair? Asking for money that's not yours," Colts replies.

The one person who I want to hear right now isn't saying a word, and I'm momentarily distracted when I watch her start to exit the pool. She swims over to the ladder, her breasts bobbing in the water and when she climbs out I can see the shape of her hard nipples beneath her thin bikini. Fuck, my cock is hard all over again. I adjust myself in my seat and hope that nobody notices.

Colt is staring at her too, and I'd bet anything that he's harder than plywood in that pool right now.

Karen grabs a towel and with one leg raised on a chair, she drags the towel up and down her long, slender legs from hip to ankle in an effort to get dry. Despite my best efforts not to, I can't help but stare.

She then reaches up and squeezes the water from her long blonde hair. With her fully extended, my eyes travel from her neck down to crevice between her perfect breasts, and further down to the edges of her hips and thighs. But she cuts the show short and abruptly wraps herself in the towel, and without a single word to Colt and I, she walks into the house.



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