Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Nothing,” I bit out, not taking my eyes off her.
She arched her back, and I knew exactly how she sounded right now. Little siren was gonna get herself spanked for this. My cock twitched as I thought about making her ass red. Seeing my marks all puffy on her sweet, round cheeks.
“You’re breathing hard,” Sebastian said.
“Is he watching porn?” Wells asked, and although I didn’t look up, I could tell he had turned around in his seat.
Nosy motherfuckers.
Briar took the finger that had been buried inside her and put it in her mouth to suck it. There was a good chance I was gonna fucking come in my pants. The only thing that might save me was the fact that I had a damn audience.
“How much farther?” I asked, my voice raspy.
“Uh, about ten minutes, according to the GPS,” King replied.
Briar slid her finger back between her pink folds and began to twirl it around her clit. Her tits gently bounced as her hips began to rock against her hand. After I beat her ass for this, I was going to bury my face in that pussy and make her come so many times that she’d be crying for me to stop.
“Jesus, Storm, what the hell?” Wells said.
I might have groaned—I wasn’t sure. But, fuck, my girl was driving me crazy. I moved my hand over my cock and squeezed, needing to get it out and jerk off. Not that I was going to, but damn.
My hand tightened on the phone until my knuckles turned white as she began to orgasm. Her head was thrown back as her body shuddered and jerked. My cock throbbed against the grip I had on it, and my breath was coming in short, fast pants.
She’d gotten me worked up in front of these three, and I wasn’t going to hear the end of it.
She was gonna pay for this. I’d bought the handcuffs, but I hadn’t used them yet. She would wake up in the morning, handcuffed to the bed and on her stomach. Naughty girls got spanked. She should know this by now.
“He’s watching porn,” Wells stated. “His hand’s on his fucking cock like he’s about to stroke one out.”
Briar licked her fingers clean, then smiled before reaching for her phone. I watched her text.
What direction are you watching me from?
The corner of my lips twitched.
Look up.
She laid her phone down and blew me a kiss, then rolled over and covered herself up.
I ran a hand over my face and let out a long, steady breath. I needed to think of something to get my damn cock to go down.
“Did she just?” Sebastian asked me, and I cut my eyes over at him. He shrugged. “What? You were clearly about to bust a damn nut in your pants like a sixteen-year-old. And I know you’re not watching porn.”
I didn’t say anything. I tried to readjust my fucking boner.
“Wait, was he watching Briar? She was getting herself off?” Wells asked.
“Shut up!” I barked at him.
I didn’t want any of them thinking about Briar getting off. My hands clenched, and I considered smashing his head in the glass.
“We need to focus,” King said. “We’re almost there.”
I straightened and took another deep breath.
“She knew you were watching though? Right?” Sebastian asked with a frown.
Him and his moral high ground. Jesus, how were he and Thatcher related?
“Yes,” I said through clenched teeth. “And she’s gonna get her ass beat for it.”
King chuckled in the front seat. He was the only one whose head I didn’t want to rip off. The way he was obsessed with Rumor, I knew he wasn’t thinking about any other female.
“I thought King was the only ass-beater,” Wells said, grinning as he rolled down the window after he lit the cigarette between his teeth.
“We’re here,” King announced. “Now, if Thatcher is here, it’s gonna take all of us to handle him.”
“Can we shoot his ass if we need to?” Wells asked.
Sebastian let out a weary sound. “I wouldn’t. He’d probably kill you.”
“I’m going to talk to him. You three are just backup,” King said, and then he turned to Wells. “And you need to stay back. If he’s gonna do any damage to one of us, it’ll be you.”
“Why me?” Wells asked defensively.
“Because you annoy the fuck out of him,” I said, opening the Escalade door.
“He’s not lying,” King agreed with me.
I stepped out of the Escalade and pulled up the camera one more time to check on Briar before we went to see if Thatcher had done what we thought he had. My girl was sleeping peacefully with her arm stretched out and her hand on my pillow. I smiled and touched the screen.
I’ll be home soon, baby. Then, we’ll play.