Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I’d get a shower in the morning and deal with the sticky mess. Right then, all I wanted to do was lay in my post-orgasmic haze, close my eyes, and dream of Noah standing over me with her hands on her hips as she shot callous insults at me.
A stupid grin tilted my lips.
Yeah… I was done for.
My stomach, chest, and fist were tacky with cum when I woke up the next morning. Groaning, I rolled onto my back and squinted at the ceiling, instantly regretting my decision to not clean myself up last night. No doubt, it’d gotten all over the bedsheets. I’d have to strip the bed at some point and locate the washer and dryer so Alejandro’s housekeeper wouldn’t be forced to deal with my bodily fluids. Because that was just nasty and unsanitary. I’d never put that on a housekeeper to deal with.
Grunting, I tossed the sheet back, then rolled out of bed. Padding barefoot to the bathroom, I switched on the light, then grimaced at myself in the mirror. Cum painted on a woman’s body was beautiful. But dried on me? Just fucking gross. Zero out of ten. Do not recommend.
Turning away from my disgusting reflection, I turned on the shower, then shucked my boxers, kicking them aside. Once I was beneath the hot spray of water, I groaned, my shoulders slumping. Alejandro was spoiling the absolute shit out of me. This showerhead compared to the one I used back home at the clubhouse? Mine was absolute shit. This was otherworldly. I wasn’t going to be able to go back to using the cheap one at home.
Despite wanting to stay in the shower for the rest of the day, I reluctantly bathed and washed my hair before stepping out, knowing there was things to be done. Once I was dressed and had brushed my teeth and somewhat tamed my wet hair, I made my way out of the room, the scent of bacon and coffee immediately assaulting my nostrils. I followed the scent like a blood-hound, my mind on two things only: coffee and food.
When I made it to the kitchen, I was surprised to find Noah leaning against the counter holding a mug of coffee in one hand and a strip of bacon in the other. Alejandro was sitting at the bar with his own coffee and plate of bacon, though he had toast as well. They both turned to look at me, but I paid Alejandro no mind, my eyes solely focused on the beautiful, pink-haired spitfire arching a brow in my direction.
She was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeve, plain black shirt, and half of her pink hair had been tied into a tiny bun at the back of her head. She looked like she’d slept well, her eyes bright and alert as she waited for me to say something. When I didn’t, she drawled, “How nice of you to finally join us, Blayke. How’s your hand?”
I frowned, my brows furrowing as I glanced at my hands. Nothing was wrong with them.
“My hands?” I asked. Alejandro snorted into his coffee.
“You’re not so good at stifling your moans, Blayke. I walked past your room last night to get water and heard you fucking your fist so hard, I thought your dick was going to break.”
I cracked a grin and moved toward the coffee pot. Reaching above it, I opened the cabinet, happy to find coffee mugs. Pulling one down, I set it on the counter. “So you did hear me. And here I was, trying to be a decent man and keep it quiet.” I poured coffee into the mug. “Want to know what I was thinking about?”
“Not a regular man who watches porn?” she asked, not even the slightest bit intrigued but, for some reason, was still entertaining me. And fuck, I was a sucker for it. I lavished in every bit of attention she gave me, even if it was faked and forced.
“I mean, of course, I fucking am,” I told her as I doctored up my coffee, adding enough sugar to turn me diabetic and some cream. “But no, mama, I didn’t watch porn last night.” Turning, I leaned against the counter, a smirk tilting my lips. “I was thinking of you.”
She rolled her eyes and handed me a plate of bacon. “Why am I not fucking surprised. You’re a dog, Blayke. Get a woman near you, and you can’t think straight.”
“Oh, I’m thinking straight, alright,” I said, winking at her.
Alejandro sighed and stood to his feet. “While you two going back and forth could be entertaining, it’s wearing on my nerves.” He slid his plate and coffee mug into the sink between me and Noah. “Halo and Gidget have already left. They have one of my vehicles, which has a tracker on it. Geek is already holed up in the library, watching every move they make. I suggest you two either go ahead and fuck to get it out your system or stop teasing each other. I need you on alert.”