Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
My jaw dropped, and I gawked at the sneaky fucker I called my boyfriend. “How did you know?”
He winked, working his cock with sure strokes. “I have my ways. My car is fine. You are not buying me a new one.”
His car was not fine. It broke down more often than it ran. Winter would be here before we knew it. I hated how Alex drove around in a twenty-year-old rust bucket without four-wheel drive. For the last week, I’d been slyly—or so I thought—researching cars to gift him. Nothing fancy, I knew him better than that, but something reliable enough I wouldn’t have a heart attack every time it snowed.
Challenge accepted.
“Unless I win.”
He narrowed his eyes at me.
“When I win, you take whatever car I pick. No questions asked.” This was the perfect idea.
“I wouldn’t be so cocky. Pretty sure I swept the floor with you last time.”
Yeah, my first blow job from Alex was something I’d never forget. I barely made it long enough to moan my own name. But this time, I knew all his tricks, and I would come out victorious.
“Bring it on, baby.”
He crawled up onto the bed and kept going until he reached my head, where he spun around and swung a muscled leg over me. Straddling over my face, his erection hung suspended right above my mouth. A string of precum ran down, dangling over my lips.
“Let the games begin,” I whispered before grabbing his ass and lifting my head to capture the tip of his dick between my lips.
“Shit! I wasn’t ready. Oh fuck. Cheater. Ah… you win…”
I sucked him like I loved every second, which I did, working my lips down his shaft until he hit the back of my throat. He cursed again, then warm, overwhelming pressure surrounded my dick, and I was the one praying for mercy.
I gave myself over to the intense sensations both in my mouth and around my dick. If this was what we could expect from living together, we should have made the jump months ago.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ALEX
“Bitch, how is it possible I have not been here before?” Trevor stood in the foyer of Ryder’s—our—penthouse with one hand on his hip and his jaw hanging. He’d gone with a more conservative outfit than I’d ever seen him wear, showing up in denim shorts and a fitted white tank top with green horizontal stripes. His face was fresh and makeup-free, save for something glossy on his lips.
I rolled my eyes at his huff. “Because it wasn’t my place until three days ago.”
“Humph.” Trevor strutted down the hallway. “I’m ready for a tour. And where is that sexy, rich man of yours?”
“Meeting with his advisor. Classes start in a few days, and he’s finalizing his schedule.”
“Holy shit, look at this kitchen.” He started laughing. “This place is so not you. How are you handling the upgrade to your station in life?”
I followed him into the admittedly extravagant kitchen. At some point, one of us needed to learn how to cook. Ryder had mentioned hiring a chef, but the horror on my face had him rethinking the suggestion.
A chef. Who the hell hired a private chef? Popstars and football players, that’s who. Not some master’s student who moonlighted as a half-naked booze peddler.
“This place isn’t new to me. I’ve stayed here a hundred times,” I answered my friend whose twinkling eyes should have had my balls shriveling. An amused and mischievous Trevor was a scary thing. “And I’m not a complete Neanderthal. I can live in a nice place.”
He threw back his head and let out a loud laugh. “I’m just messing with you, Ally. Relax. You’re too easy to rile. This place and your man are amazing.” He strode around the large island to where I stood near the massive refrigerator. Squeezing my arm, he smiled. “No one deserves nice things more than you, boo. I hope you’re embracing it and not overthinking.”
He knew me well. “I’m trying.”
“Hmm, maybe I need to have a talk with Ryder about doing a better job of distracting you from your neuroses.”
My face flushed, and I almost choked on my spit. “Ah, no, he’s having no problem on that front.” Hell, if he distracted me anymore, I’d go blind.
Trevor’s eyes lit. “Ooo, do tell.” He ran his slender fingers along the Italian marble countertop. “Have you done it right here? Did you bend him over this counter? Have you christened the place properly?”
I rolled my eyes, but my heated face must have given me away because Trevor laughed even louder.
“Busted.”
I turned toward the refrigerator. “Want a beer?” I asked as I yanked it open. The clock had barely hit four, but that was close enough to five for me, especially with Trevor here. “Maybe some crackers to stuff in your mouth so you can’t talk anymore?”