Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Oh, you absolutely can.” I skim my teeth over her hip bone before kissing my way over so my mouth can replace my thumb. “Come for me one more time, then we can shower and snuggle.”
She moans her approval and tunnels her fingers into my hair, guiding me exactly where she wants me. “Fuck. Harder,” she demands, between sharp, staccato breaths.
I stiffen my tongue, flicking it against her clit in time with my flingers sliding in and out of her dripping cunt. Seconds pass, her thighs shake as her grip on my hair tightens to the point of pain, but I can’t be bothered to care as Scarlet falls apart so beautifully, the remnants of her third orgasm running down my chin.
“Told you, you could do it.” I withdraw my fingers, press a soft kiss to her mound, and pop up from the bed, scooping her into my arms as I go. “Now, let’s get you showered and into bed, Princess.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
ELLIS
“Is your mother ever going to be ready?” I ask Fefe, who’s happily snoozing in my lap. I swear, the little troublemaker blinks one eye open and squints at me before rolling over and burrowing her face into my shirt.
“Five more minutes,” Scarlet hollers from the guest bathroom.
Despite spending every night since moving in in my bed, she insists on getting ready in the hall bathroom. Something about not cluttering my space and having better lighting.
“You think she actually means five or does she mean fifteen? Maybe even twenty?”
Fefe pokes her head up again and darts out of my lap like an apex predator is hot on her heels.
I can’t help but smile as I watch her. I never know what to expect from Fefe when she gets riled up. The cute little fur noodle is a mega klepto. I'm talking, shoes cables, my wallet once, and socks... so many socks. I'll probably need to start buying them in bulk at this rate.
But she darts into the guest room instead of mine this time, no doubt looking for Scarlet. Except when she returns, it's with something white and lacey clenched between her sharp little teeth.
“Whatcha got there, Feefs?”
I lean down to confiscate what appears to be one of Scarlet's thongs, but Fefe's not having it. She hops back and cants her head away from me, refusing to release the garment.
“C’mon, Fefe.” I yank softly, but she’s not having it.
“Are y'all seriously playing tug-o-war with my panties?” Scarlet snaps as she enters the living room, but there’s no real heat behind her tone. Nope, my girl—and yeah, I’m more than willing to call her that, at least in my mind—is highly amused.
“She started it!” I say, darting my eyes her way. Except once my gaze locks on her, I can't look away. If this was a cartoon, I’d have heart eyes with my jaw on the floor.
Dressed in a cropped black leather jacket over a sheer leopard print top that looks more like lingerie, which is tucked into a pair of baggy, faded black jeans. She looks like sex personified.
“You look...” My mind scrambles to find an appropriate word. “Fucking perfect.”
“You like?” She gives a little twirl, flipping her hair in the process.
“Princess.” I rearrange myself in my jeans. “I love. In fact, let's stay home, order in, so I can peel that outfit off of you and show you just how much.”
Her cheeks bloom the prettiest shade of pink. “We are not staying home, but you can absolutely make good on the rest of that later tonight.”
“Bet.”
Fefe chooses that moment to flee, leaving me with a raging hard on, her panties clutched in my hands, and the promise of a good time hours from now.
Mercifully, Scarlet changes the subject. “I know you’ll be with me, but should we put the tracker in my boots just to be safe?”
“You know it. Want me to help?”
She tucks her hair behind her ear and nods. “Please.”
“Bring 'em here.”
Scarlet pads into the guest room, which may as well be her personal walk-in closet, and returns with both her boots and the tracker.
“Here you go.” She passes the boots and tracker my way. I stuff her thong in my pocket and set to work placing the tracker.
“Did you just...”
“Yup.” I nod once as I make sure the disc is secure.
“I... okay. Sure. Why not?”
“Hey, are you okay?” I can’t put my finger on it, but something’s off. The light in her eyes is still shining, but it’s a little dimmer than usual.
“Yes.” She shrugs and I raise a brow. She shakes her head. “No. I don't know.”
I pat the cushion next to me. “What's wrong, baby girl?”
She sits, and I pass the boots to her. “It's dumb, but I'm nervous...”
“About what? Your stalker? I won't leave your side even for a second, I swear it.”
“No, about...” she glances down at her lap for a moment before leaning forward and shoving her feet into her boots. “Atlas. I’m nervous about seeing Atlas.”