Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“You’re lucky I love you, or I’d be marching ahead of you, going after Tate and then leaving just as soon as we seal the deal.” I kick off my shoes. My cup is already on the counter. I put my keys near it, and as much as I’m tempted to leave my phone, I don’t. Kelsey gets it. If something were to happen to Beach Babe and neither of us answered a call, it would be devastating. I mean, it’s closed, locked up tight, safe and sound; that doesn’t say our website doesn’t crash or one of our suppliers doesn’t need one of us at the drop of the hat.
“Fine. You always were a brat. I see nothing has changed.” I look at her, raise one eyebrow like The Rock does, and take a hearty sip of wine as well, causing Kels to eat her words because neither of us are brats in any way, shape, or form. “Alright, you’re not a brat, but stubborn? Yes. There’s no denying it; it’s in the gene pool.”
“I beg to differ.” A snort leaves me after I try to keep a smile off my face.
“Let’s go. They’ve been here an hour, and sometimes that’s all they stay. Now, put your sex kitten game on and let’s roll.” We’ve had to use a hushed tone thanks to the open concept floorplan, but this bar area is off to the side in an alcove before you walk into the kitchen.
Someone has been drinking too much Kool-Aid from the punch bowl. I get that she’s in pure wedded bliss, but even this is too much. Kels has already turned around, starting to walk through the house in order to get to the back deck, where I’m sure she’s stationed some kind of food along with magazines for us to glance at. All in pretense to make this seem like work and less like her younger sister is dying from not reaching an orgasm. Though, I know she’s scheming for Tate and me to have a relationship like hers and Deke’s; not that it started off on the right foot either, but that’s life.
It's only when we round the corner that I take him in. His back is to me, broad shoulders covered in a well-worn shirt, muscular arms, tapered waist, thick thighs that are powerful, especially when he’s using them to thrust so hard you can feel him hit that place so deep inside you, your own body betrays you when it’s flying a part. Tate’s elbows are on the table, and he’s holding what seems like cards in his hands, which would make sense if he came over to play poker. His hair has grown longer in the past six months.
“Hey guys. Not sure you’ve met my sister. Joey, Davis, this is Emily. Tate, you met Em at the wedding.” I give a finger wave, trying not to look like an idiot. Thankfully, I’m not one who blushes because the way Tate is eyeing me, it’s hard not to make a scene. The one that is currently running through my head right now, on a repeat cycle, is Tate standing, using the wall to brace his body against as I’m down on my knees in front of him, two hands wrapped around his length, my mouth lapping at the precum at the tip, his hands fisted in my hair, attempting to control himself from slamming his cock all the way down my throat.
“Hey, Emily, nice to meet you,” Davis says, barely looking up from his cards, wearing some kind of purple-lense sunglasses.
“Likewise.” I look at Deke. He just shakes his head at what I’m sure he knows what I’m thinking.
“Hi, Em.” The guy who must be Joey drags the last letter of my name out, giving the vibe of someone who’s a flirt. Note to self, stay away from Mr. Wanna-be Rico Suave. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“That’s enough, Joey,” Tate’s voice carries through the house. Well, if that isn’t a change of events. “Emily, good seein’ you, babe.”
“Hey, Tate.” I’m not sure if he’s adding on that last adoration to warn off Joey or if it’s for me. Whatever it is, I’m going to take it.
CHAPTER SIX
tate
Fucking dick. I watch until Kelsey and Emily leave the room, making sure the back door is closed, my eyes on the gentle sway of Em’s hips in the least flattering outfit a woman could probably wear, but on her it’s a whole other story.
“Hands off, cocksucker,” I tell Joey. The asshole that he is just smiles.
“I’m pretty sure that’s something I would say, you know, seeing as how Emily is my sister-in-law, my wife’s baby sister, so I’m seeing we have some shit to talk about. That would also explain why Kels suddenly had an interest in poker night.” Deke doesn’t act like he’s pissed. Hopefully, Em didn’t want this kept under wraps because that shit is blown right out of the water now. Shit, I didn’t think of that when I opened this can of worms.