Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
There was a secret there—a big one.
And he didn’t think for a second it was the same one Phillip had used to oust Theo—that Mary was still married to her first husband when she ran off with Theodore Fitzcharles II, got married, and got pregnant. Not necessarily in that order. Phillip might have the paperwork to prove it, but something wasn’t quite right.
Galen and Theo fully intended to find out the full story.
It would have been a whole lot easier to do if any of Mary’s sisters were actually interested in talking to their nephew.
Footsteps in the hallway brought him back to the present. Meg slipped through the door and froze when she met his gaze. “You’re awake.”
“So are you.” He glanced at the thing she held in her hand. A book. “Bored?”
She tilted her head to the side and made a show of raking her eyes over him and then Theo where he still slept on the other side of the mattress. “I have two gorgeous men in bed. How could I possibly be bored?” When he gave her a look, she sighed. “Yes, I’m bored. We dodged jet lag for the most part, but I’m usually up and moving by this time.”
“Me, too.” He patted the mattress. “Show me your book.”
Still, she hesitated. “I should probably just read in my own room. I don’t know why I even came back in here.”
Galen didn’t navigate bullshit easily. It wasted everyone’s time to spin comfortable lies when the truth was right there glaring in a person’s face. Meg came back in here because she wasn’t ready to leave last night behind, because she craved intimacy to go with the fucking. She might not be willing to admit it to herself, but he knew it for fact.
He should send her to her room. A sharp comment would be all it took to get her back up. She was too prickly and prideful to stand and take it if he spelled out her vulnerability in the space between them.
“Get your ass back in this bed.”
She glared, but she marched back to the bed. Instead of crawling up from the foot of the mattress in the same way she’d exited, Meg walked around to his side and climbed over him. He almost let her, too, but if she was going to be a brat, he’d be a fucking brat right back. Galen looped an arm over the small of her back, plastering her against his chest. “If you wanted sex, you should have just said so.”
“If I wanted sex, I’d be sucking your dick.” She smacked his chest. “Let me up, Galen.”
“Tell me about your book.”
She gave him a look like he was crazy. Maybe he was. “Here? Like this?” She wriggled and his body responded. It would be the easiest thing in the world right now to kiss her, to shift his grip to cup her ass and guide her to grind against his cock until she was begging for it. And, fuck, he wanted to. Something must have shown on his face, because Meg shivered. “It’s five o’clock in the morning.”
“Mmmm.” He loosened his hold on her and stroked his hand up her spine and back down again.
She licked her lips. “I hate when you do that. That sound doesn’t mean anything.” Meg shifted so her arms were on either side of his head, bringing them flush together. Yeah, this was nice. She rolled her hips a little, seeking his cock.
“Sure it does.” He reached for the lube they’d left on the nightstand and squirted some of it onto his palm. Galen urged Meg up on her hands and knees and palmed her pussy. He slid a finger in, two, and then one again, until she was ready for him. Last night had been a lot of abuse on her sweet little pussy, and he wanted her here with him right now, hot and needy and not the slightest bit uncomfortable. Galen spread the lube up to her clit, playing with her for a few seconds before impatience got the best of him. “Now.”
“Yes.” She didn’t wait for him. She grabbed his cock and guided it into her. Meg sank onto him in a smooth move, her eyes drifting shut for half a breath before she opened them, as if she didn’t want to miss this any more than he did. She planted her hands on his chest and rolled her body, fucking him slowly. “Forgive me.”
He watched the point of their joining, watched the slow slide of his cock into her pussy, the sight so good, it was almost unbearable. “There’s nothing to forgive.”
“Liar,” she breathed. Meg lifted herself until only the head of his cock was inside her and rolled her body again, fucking just that part of him. He went to reach for her hips, to stop this goddamn teasing, but she grabbed his hands, laced her fingers with his, and pushed them down to the mattress on either side of his head. He could have broken her hold without even trying, but Galen didn’t. He let her hold him down, let her tease him, let her put on a show that was only for him.