Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
I’m well aware I could lose my best friend over this, but if he felt this connection, if he could only experience what she does to me, he would understand. If not, well, I guess we will cross that bridge when we come to it. If she wants me, I’m hers, at least until we see where this is going to go. Will we crash and burn, or will the embers of the flames stay hot? Either way, my hope is that even if he’s not okay with it if things work out between us, he will be.
Eventually.
The water shuts off in the bathroom, and I bolt out of the room and across the hall to mine. Closing the door behind me, I lock it for good measure and strip out of my clothes. Another solo session is in order for me tonight, and it’s images of Joey that will be fueling my fantasy.
Caleb and I stand at the bottom of the stairs, waiting on Joey. We’re both dressed in slacks and dress shirts, with ties. It’s irrational, but my chest puffs out just a little bit knowing she and I are going to be matching. Hopefully, Caleb doesn’t comment. I can just blame it on a sales associate that wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Joey!” Caleb calls up the steps. “Move it, sister! We’re going to be late.”
“I’m coming!” she calls back.
I shuffle my stance as my nerves get the better of me. I’ve never given a woman such a lavish gift. I’ve never wanted to, and now all I can think about is seeing her in that dress with my earrings in her ears.
“Finally,” Caleb says, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Damn, sis, you clean up nice,” he says, whistling as she reaches the bottom step.
“Thank you. The two of you look very handsome,” she tells us.
“Are we ready?” he asks us.
“All set,” I manage to croak. I have to force myself not to stare at the beauty before me. Her hair is down, and I can’t see her ears, and the suspense is killing me. It’s stupid, and if I were asked to explain my need for her to wear my gift, I couldn’t. It’s just a need.
“Let’s bounce.” Caleb twirls his keys on his finger and turns to head for the garage.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her. My voice is low and husky, even to my own ears.
“Thank you. Oh, I read your story,” she says as she tucks her hair behind her ear. There, like a gleaming beacon, is the diamond stud earring. All I can do is nod. There’s a lump in my throat that I can’t speak over. My heart hammers in my chest and my hands are clammy. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t understand this feeling, but there is one thing about all of this that I do understand. I want more. I want all she’s willing to give me.
Now, I just need to find the balls to tell her and see where we stand.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
Joey
I feel like I’m on fire. My body prickles with awareness, hums with anticipation and desire. It took everything I could to mask my surprise and attraction to Brock as I walked down the stairs and saw him standing in the foyer with my brother. In a shirt nearly an identical color to the dress I’m wearing. All the pep talks in the world about keeping those thoughts of Brock and the crazy desire I feel when he’s near fly straight out the window, and it took every ounce of strength I possessed to play it cool and not climb him like a tree.
Now, I’m sitting in the back seat of my brother’s SUV with Brock’s subtle cologne practically punching me in the vagina. He smells so amazingly yummy that it’s taking all my control not to lean forward and lick the side of his neck.
It was a fight just to sit in the back seat. Brock insisted I take the front, but I knew, even with the larger size of Caleb’s SUV, the man would be cramped back here. Plus, I thought it would give me the slightest reprieve from the potent sexy vibes seeping from his pores, but man, was I wrong. Sitting behind him is like a direct line straight to my underused female reproductive organs.
My vibrator is definitely going to get a workout later.
As we pull into the valet at Sully’s, my nerves instantly rise. I’ve never really had a great relationship with my parents, by my own choice. They’re… difficult. I know normal is a setting on the dryer, but all I’ve ever wanted was a slice of a “normal life.” Parents who weren’t tabloid fodder, with paparazzi trailing behind you everywhere you went, hoping to snatch an unflattering photo sure to yield high profits to the right rag mag.