Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Pushing into her once again, he drops his face to the right side of her neck. I have a profile view of both of them now but still can’t see her face.
His hand drops to her leg, and he lifts it to wrap around his hip as his hand slides along her toned and tanned thigh before disappearing into her dress. Her soft moan travels to where I stand.
Her hands are in his hair, red nails scratching his scalp while he sucks on her neck. She arches her back off the wall as her breath hitches. Her hips push into him. It’s not hard to figure out that he’s fingering her, and I’m a jealous bitch.
I was ashamed to tell Saint I was turned on by what I saw. And too embarrassed to tell him I’d like to try it. I know Saint would never judge me, but it’s more of the fact that if I try it, what if we have to stop because I can’t take it? I hate feeling weak.
He moves his head, trailing his lips across her throat to the other side, causing her head to fall toward me. I gasp, my hands coming up to cover my mouth when her eyes open and land on mine.
She lets out a scream, shoving him off her.
“What the fuck—?”
“Oh my God,” she shouts, cutting him off, and runs toward me.
I stand, my heels cemented to the floor as she throws her body into mine. Her arms come up and wrap around my shoulders and squeeze. The action makes the spikes dig into my breasts, and the pain and pleasure it brings takes my breath away.
If she notices, she ignores it. Grabbing my shoulders, she pulls back but keeps ahold of me. “Girl. Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been calling you. Texting you. I even went to your house and broke the sliding glass door. The neighbors called the cops.” She rolls her pretty eyes dramatically. “I got out of being arrested but filed a missing person’s report on you. Of course, the broken glass on the living room floor helped my case. James wasn’t there. Motherfucker. I thought he killed you. God…” She sighs as a wide smile spreads across her face. Her eyes fill with tears of relief, and mine start to sting as well. I’ve never had someone care this much about me. “It’s so good to see you. What the fuck are you doing in New York City?”
I don’t answer, unable to form a sentence. What’s she doing here? Kissing Kashton? How is my friend connected to the Lords? I have a thought and get a sickening feeling in my stomach. Did she tell them where to find me? Did she tell Hooke about me? Surely not. I didn’t know they were connected.
No. She’s too excited to see me. And she didn’t know about my past. But I just watched Kash finger her.
“Fuck, I can’t tell you how glad I am to see you.” She yanks me in for another hug. My arms stay down to my sides, and she squeezes me once more, the spikes making my pussy clench.
I look over her shoulder to see Kashton still standing against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and his hard blue eyes on mine. He’s mad at me. What the fuck did I do?
“Time to go.”
I stiffen at the sound of Saint’s voice behind me.
“Who the fuck are you?” Jasmine barks, pulling away and taking my hand. She spins me around to face Saint and Haidyn.
He reaches out for me, and she wraps her arm around my shoulders. “She’s not going anywhere with you.”
Saint steps forward, and Kashton speaks. “Jasmine—”
But he stops the moment someone joins us. Dark blue eyes find mine. “Brothers.” The man acknowledges them. Then nods to me. “Ashtyn.”
“Her name is Brittany, Bones. Gah, she worked for you, for Christ’s sake. You think you’d know her name.” Jasmine sighs, grabs my shoulder, and turns me to face her. She rubs my exposed arms, giving me that warm smile as if she’ll fix whatever the problem is. “Let’s get you home.”
“She’s going home with us,” Saint announces.
Jasmine straightens her back, glaring at him. “I’m not leaving here without her,” she states.
Saint’s eyes lift over her head to Kashton. His silent order to take care of the woman he was just finger-fucking in this hallway.
My eyes go to Bones, and he’s already staring at me. My heart begins to race as my mind starts connecting the dots. “You set me up.” I manage to find my voice.
“What? Who?” Jasmine demands.
Bones sighs.
“You set me up.” I repeat. How do the Kings know the Lords? I don’t know why I’m surprised. The Lords aren’t the only secret society that hides in plain sight. But I’m sure all of them communicate. Scratch each other’s backs sort of thing.