Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
A slow pulse begins thrumming inside me. Gaining a little momentum, I jolt, throwing my back into the chair and gasping as the balls inside my pussy really start vibrating. It dawns on me then that Vance meant this when he said he would buzz. Fucker.
When Josh says my name and moves his hands off me, I quickly cross my legs, the dress parting and slipping up my thigh. Swallowing against the building pleasure, I squeeze my eyes closed. Cursing Vance in my mind for doing this to me now, of all times.
The moment the vibrations stop altogether— coming to a sudden halt—my posture instantly relaxes, and a loud breath rushes through my nose. Opening my eyes, they clash with Josh’s, who’s frowning deep and templing his hands, resting his chin there.
“We don’t have to talk about the wedding if it upsets you that much.”
Of course, he can’t differentiate my pleasure from my discomfort.
His gaze drops to my thigh, and he licks his lips, reaching out to brush his hand against the bare skin of my knee. Is he trying to trick me into thinking he wants me that way? Feeling bold with the confidence Vance and Tristan have given me, I uncross my legs.
Josh inhales sharply. “Pop…”
“Do you find me attractive, Josh?” I widen my thighs so my pussy is on display for his eyes.
“Yes,” he grinds out. “Do you honestly think I don’t? Any man would—look at you.” He sounds truthful, raking a hand through his hair. “Do you want me to fuck you, Pop? Is that what you need?”
I laugh without any humor. “You don’t get to fuck me, Josh. Not anymore.”
His nostrils flare as he stands, pointing to my pussy. “Then why did you come here with no panties on and show me your vagina,”
Ew. Vagina? Why is he so un-sexy?
“I wanted to see if you got hard.” I shrug, moving my hand to my pussy and parting my folds with my fingers.
“Poppy.” He says my name like a warning, but then he adds, “This isn’t like you.”
It’s exactly like me, he just never took the time to get to know this part. I don’t want to feel ashamed of my desires, of my body and my needs. I want the man I’m with to ache for me the way I ache for Tristan’s touch, Vance’s tongue, for both their cocks.
The vibrations start again, and it steals my breath. My thighs clamp shut, and I lean forward to ride it out. Oh god. Fuck, fuck.
“Are you okay?” A wrinkle forms on Josh’s forehead as he studies my expression.
Right when I’m on the cusp of an orgasm, the vibrations cut off. Sucking in some much-needed oxygen, I stand, marching toward Josh, who has stepped farther away, not closer, despite his offer. “You’re fucking gay, Josh,” I palm his crotch, rolling my eyes. “Own it, or stop stringing poor Eric along.”
“No one will believe you, Poppy.” I notice the change from Pop to Poppy, his stare stern. “If you try to tell them about Eric, back home.”
“I want my savings back and everything I bought for this apartment packed up.” I fold my arms and look at him, not masking my disgust. He means our parents, but I wouldn’t do that.
“No,” he scoffs incredulously.
“What?” I snap, stunned.
“The money is for buying a property back home, and everything in here became mine when you decided to fucking leave me.”
“Are you being serious?” My words come out through clenched teeth. “You were having an affair, Josh.”
He grabs my jaw, his fingers painfully digging in, making me cry out. My stomach roils into a knot of fury, fire slithering through my belly when he twists my head and rubs his thumb over my collarbone. “It’s not an affair, and I still want to make things work, so you forfeit everything we put into our future. And by the looks of this love bite on your neck, I’m not the only one stepping out on this relationship.”
I almost trip on my heels when he shoves me away. “Fine, fucking keep it all. I don’t give a shit as long as I get away from you. How dare you put hands on me like that.” I rub at my jaw.
“Don’t be dramatic. Who gave you that bruise?” He points at my chest. “Where have you been staying?”
“That’s none of your damn business. And don’t think we’re the same, Josh. I never cheated on you.” I jab a finger toward him, holding back the urge to smack his stupid face.
“No one will believe that by the time I’m finished slandering your name.” He steps into my face, his rancid spittle hitting my cheeks. “I’ll tell them all how you don’t wear panties and spread yourself around like a godless whore.”
My breath hitches, and tears prickle my eyes. “Who the hell are you? I can’t believe I was going to marry you.”