Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
He looks confused, as if he can't figure out what we're doing, for a long beat before muttering an apology and backing out of the room.
Chapter 24
Rooster
I blink down at her, finding it insane that just happened.
When her grip on my cock tightens, it brings me back to reality.
It would be so easy to continue, and with all of my hormones raging right now, it's a battle to pull my hand from her breast and take a step back.
"He didn't look happy," she says, seeming rather reluctant to pull her hand away.
I want to cry out with disappointment when it falls away. I can feel the dampness at the tip. Watching her mouth as she licks her lips makes me want to run it over that sexy mouth of hers, but it's going to have to wait. We have time, and we don't have to rush this.
"No, he didn't," I say, watching her face. "Does that upset you?"
"He told me he liked me once," she says, and I do my best to school my face so she doesn't realize that I overheard their conversation back at her house the other day. "I told him I wasn't interested. I feel a little bad for him. I wouldn't want to see a guy I liked in the arms of another woman even if I knew there was no chance for us."
"That's very compassionate of you," I say, and I mean every word. "I'm going to have to go talk to him."
"Okay," she says with a swallow. I can tell on her face that she doesn't want to stop any more than I do right now, but I think it's for the best.
I'd go all the way with this woman if I were certain there was something for us in the future. But I get the feeling that she might be incredibly horny right now, and that doesn't translate into a future with her.
I didn't even know that was something I was looking for, but I just can't get the idea out of my head that if she gave the idea of us a little thought, she might be on the same page as well.
Instead of just walking out of the room, I lean in and sweep my lips across hers once last time.
Her hand immediately goes to my hip, and that simple touch has me questioning if I'm doing the right thing by pumping the brakes right now. That's a sign that my body is trying to lead things, and I can't let that happen.
"I'll see you soon," I whisper against her lips before pulling away.
My feet feel like lead weights as I walk toward the closed bedroom door.
"You gonna put on a shirt, or you just gonna go out there all oiled up with an erection?"
I think I'm fully obsessed with her playfulness, and my smile is wide when I turn back around and grab my shirt.
"I'll have to grab a shower later," I say as I pull it back over my head.
"And the erection?" she teases, her eyes dropping to the front of my boxers.
"That hasn't gone away since you pressed your hand to my chest the first time." I toss her a wink and leave the room.
The entire way down the stairs in search of Twisted, I can't get past the hope that she'll still be in my room when I get back, although I know that's not what either of us needs.
We haven't been living here together for very long, but I tend to watch people and mentally log their habits. It's how I know exactly where I'm going to find Twisted.
Twisted is beating the heavy bag with frustrated fists when I open the door to the gym.
I know he senses me in the room. A man with his training knows when someone else is around, but he continues to punch the bag rather than acknowledge me. As frustrating as it is, I fully understand. Morgan is one hell of a catch, and although he never had her, I can only imagine he still feels some sort of loss where she's concerned.
Once again, I'm torn about how to handle this. The last thing I want is trouble in the house or one of the guys not trusting me because of some misperceived connection he has with a woman, but I know just from the limited time I've spent with Morgan that she's worth a little trouble.
"Want to talk about it?" I ask, stepping up beside the bag.
He doesn't respond but his punches get a little harder.
"We can't let this fester."
He freezes, his eyes meeting mine very slowly. There's something a little threatening in the way his right cheek twitches when he looks at me. There's a very real chance this guy is going to punch me in the face.