Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Thank you, Ivy,” she says, but is quick to put up her hand. “But please don’t hug me; it’s awkward enough when you have clothes on.”
I click my tongue and throw myself back against the couch cushion as I grab the remote. “Ah, come on, I’ll let you have a tit squeeze for free,” I joke. “But seriously, I’ll go to the party, so you don’t have to stand around by yourself.”
She lets out an easy breath, and I can’t help but smile as I add, “Who knows, I might even bring a date to stir some things up. Daddy Walker would totally be pissed.”
Sometimes I bring bottom-of-the-barrel dates if I know my parents are attending, just to fuck with my father. My mother clued in on it years ago, and now she challenges me to find specific types of guys to push my father’s buttons further. I love it.
Hope laughs, cozying up to watch television with me. “Of course you would.”
CHAPTER 4
Hawke
The hands of the two women I’m currently with touch me everywhere. My mother likes to say I have ADHD, but I like to say I have charisma. We agree to disagree on many things, but my stamina is not one of them. Not that I discuss that with my mother, of course.
“Hawke,” one of them says before her lips wrap around my cock.
Fuck.
She takes me as far as she can as the other one grabs my hand and places it on her tit. I can’t help myself as I reach forward and pull her closer so I can play with her cunt. The one on my cock gags as I thrust my hips up.
“Hawke.” I look to the redhead, whose pussy is currently taking my fingers very well, just as the door bursts open.
Eli comes to an immediate stop and gives me an unimpressed look, and my brother almost crashes into him from behind. Neither of them appears surprised at what they see.
“Fucking hell, Hawke. Really? Here?” Eli grumbles as he enters his office. But I’m so close. I fixate on the blonde positioned on her knees in front of me as I slide my fingers out of the redhead’s pussy and put them in my mouth. We’ve been at it for thirty minutes now, and I need to blow.
She scrapes her teeth lightly over my cock. It’s not how I told her I like it, but it’s enough to get me over the edge as I slam my cock into the back of her throat and come. I grunt as I jerk into her. Finally, I thought I was never going to come.
That’s when I look back up at Eli and Ford, who are looking elsewhere, and I smirk. It’s not the first time they’ve walked in on me having sex, and it won’t be the last. I don’t know why everyone gets weird around fucking. It’s literally one of our most instinctual acts. And my personal favorite.
“You were late, and I was bored,” I say, smiling as I look over at the woman who is putting her dress back on and trying not to smile. As for Eli’s newest employee, I look down on her, stroking her cheek as she swallows like a good girl. When she pulls away, she wipes her mouth. She has the same look that most women I fuck have—one of disbelief that they just did that. The question is whether she should be coy or impressed. Perhaps her boss walking in on her isn’t ideal, so I say, “Don’t worry about him, he’s usually a grumpy ass anyway.”
She tries to hide the smile as she gets up from her knees.
“Get back to work,” Eli growls as he sits at his desk where I was leaning while getting sucked off. He doesn’t even look at the women. Lord forbid this pussy-whipped fucker looks at anyone but his wife. Ford follows him like a shadow, which is not that surprising, and he also ignores the women who are quick to vacate the room.
I tuck my cock back into my pants. These two are all loved up, and they reprimand me for still getting mine where I can just because I’m not a love-sick fool and prefer variety.
Eli pours himself a whiskey on ice. He doesn’t offer Ford one because Ford doesn’t drink, but I accept the fine whiskey, having acquired an expensive taste since working for Eli. With that said, I’ll just as easily drink from a cheap bottle, too. Ford and I practically raised ourselves on the streets, so I’m still in the habit of being able to stomach anything.
“Have the preparations been finalized for Dutton’s party?” Eli asks, looking over some paperwork.
Ford and I stand across from him.
“Yes,” I reply.
Throwing a party in his club isn’t exactly hard for someone like me. However, I would’ve much preferred it if we’d thrown it at Dutton’s gentlemen’s club. It’s been one of my favorite spots since he took over.