Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
But he shot her a look that made her freeze.
“You will not,” he snapped.
“Best to do what he says,” Tyler whispered. “He doesn’t like it when he’s disobeyed. Been known to give naughty subs spankings.”
“Tyler,” Travis said with a sigh. “What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to stay in one of the other apartments?”
“I’m hungry and there’s no food in there,” Tyler complained. “Not that you’ve got much. Ooh, wait, leftover pizza.”
Travis didn’t have much food in his pantry or fridge? She felt that familiar pang fill her. The one that told her that she needed to fill his shelves with food. What if something happened? What if there was some sort of emergency and he couldn’t get to the store? Or they all ran out of food and he couldn’t get any?
No, no. This wouldn’t do.
Bugger it all. What was she doing? She couldn’t fill his shelves. That was bizarre and weird. She was here for one night because for some strange reason he was under the impression that she couldn’t take care of herself.
However, that didn’t mean she needed to go around showing him her crazy. It would be better if she got out of here, though.
“I’ve got to go to bed. I’m sorry, are you sure you’re okay cleaning up my mess?” She had to get out of here before she started to disintegrate.
What had she done?
The last half an hour ran through her mind. She’d let Travis Andrews kiss her. More than that, he’d sucked on her nipple. He’d told her to come. And she had. She’d come hard around his fingers.
And then he’d licked them clean.
And he’d wanted to . . . he’d been about to . . . if Tyler hadn’t come home.
Bloody hell.
This was like her every fantasy and nightmare wrapped up together.
“I’ve got this,” Travis said gruffly.
Oh no. Was he annoyed at her?
Probably because you made a mess that you’re running away from?
Oh, also, because he’s got a hard dick that he’ll have to take care of himself.
Dear Lord. Do not think about his hard dick. Or about him taking care of it himself.
Do not.
But, boy, she’d pay good money to see him jerking off.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Caren?” Tyler asked, sounding concerned. He had heated up some leftover pizza and was trying to pick it up. But it was too hot and he dropped it with a hiss. “Ouch. Got to let that cool down. You look pale.”
“Oh, yes, I’m fine. Just a headache. Good night.”
Turning away, she practically ran into her bedroom and then she leaned back against the door.
God. She couldn’t believe that had happened.
What had she been thinking?
18
Travis got up the next morning with a throbbing head.
Fuck. That’s what he got for only getting a few hours sleep. He’d tossed and turned for ages before managing to drift off. He wasn’t in his twenties anymore. He couldn’t survive on three hours’ sleep.
It was fucking annoying. Moving into the bathroom, he had a quick shower to try and clear his head. Then he got dressed and walked into the kitchen.
He needed to make Caren something for breakfast. Unfortunately, his housekeeper was away for a few weeks and he hadn’t done any grocery shopping since she’d gone.
Mainly because he hated it.
However, he should get some things in.
His gaze moved to the kitchen island as he thought about last night. About how Caren had sat there with her legs spread wide. How he’d made her orgasm with his fingers in her pussy. Her cheeks had flushed with color and her mouth had parted as soft, short pants came from her lips.
It had been delicious.
Was she still asleep? He glanced at the clock on the wall, surprise filling him. He hadn’t realized it was nine.
“Oh hey, you’re awake finally.” Tyler walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl.
Wait. Since when did he have a fruit bowl? Or apples?
“And you’re still here,” Travis said dryly. “Where did the apples come from? Don’t tell me you actually brought some groceries?”
“Nah, Caren did. She must have ordered them really early this morning. Luckily, I was up and about to help her when they arrived about seven-thirty. She even put out this bowl. Said you needed a fruit bowl so you remembered to eat some. Guess she’s worried about your fiber intake or something. I can understand that. Your face does have that constipated look.”
“My face does not have a constipated look,” he snarled, trying to snatch the apple back from his asshole brother. “Give that back! It’s not yours. It’s Caren’s.”
“It isn’t. She bought these groceries for us. And even if they were hers, do you really think she’d want a half-eaten apple?”
Fuck.
Travis hated that he had a point. “Why would she buy groceries for me, though?”
“Dunno. Guess she was concerned for you. Worried that you might starve or something. She hasn’t seen your fat ass, obviously. You could do with a few work-outs, brother. Maybe lay off the pizza. You’re not getting any younger, you know.”