Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Don’t you dipshits pay attention?” Gavin asked.
Court raised an eyebrow. I actually hadn’t been paying much attention. My days and nights had been filled with nothing but Katherine.
“Harmony and Kurt broke up,” Gavin explained.
Sam shrugged. “So?”
He didn’t understand the dynamics happening here, but Court did. “Wait, are you saying Kurt knocked up Fiona?”
“That’s what’s going around. That someone strong-armed him into helping Fiona.” Gavin’s gaze stayed on mine, but I refused to confirm or deny a thing. “Wonder who has enough power to get Kurt Mitchell to take responsibility for anything.”
“Huh,” Sam muttered.
“Well, shit,” Court breathed.
I dealt the cards. Nothing else needed to be said. They all knew what I’d done. What I always did when confronted with a problem. I solved it. And Kurt Mitchell had been an easy mark. It had barely taken any pressure to get him to sing to my tune.
“You’re a scary motherfucker sometimes, Camden,” Gavin said.
I smiled. And we continued to play.
By the time I called last hand, I’d managed to keep about half of what I’d put in. Sam had most everything else. He looked satisfied. Bastard could earn enough every game to keep him happily living on the Upper East Side without his billionaire girlfriend. I really needed to figure out how he fucking did it every time.
Sam cleared his throat. “Before we all go, I wanted to say one more thing.”
We all looked at him expectantly, but instead of speaking, he removed a small blue box from his suit coat. He opened it and placed it on the table. Inside was a glittering diamond ring the size of a dime. Fuck.
“I accept,” Gavin said with a laugh.
“You’re proposing?” Court said with wide eyes.
I stood and held my hand out. Sam took it warily at first and then enthusiastically. “Congratulations, man.”
“Thanks. I thought it was about time to right all those wrongs. She’s the only one I’ve ever wanted, and I’m not ever going to let her get away again,” Sam told us.
Gavin called for congratulatory shots, and he and Court hustled to the wet bar to round up some tequila shots. They brought them back over and settled them around the table. We lifted them in the air.
“To bagging Larkin St. Vincent,” Gavin said with a cheer.
We all just shook our heads at him.
“To Sam and Lark,” Court said.
“To a happy union,” I added with a tip of my head at Sam.
Then we downed the shots and dropped them back on the table. We laughed and sat back into our seats. This was good. Another one of my friends getting married to the woman of his dreams. Just as it should be.
A woman cleared her throat behind us. As Katherine’s sweaty body came into focus, Sam snatched up the ring and stuffed it out of view. My eyes crawled her lithe form as the clothes clung to her body. My cock jerked painfully at the sight of her.
“Hey, boys,” she trilled.
All four of us stared at her. Even the ones presently attached and soon-to-be engaged. My wife was a sight.
“Katherine,” I said.
“Always a pleasure, Ren,” Court said.
She narrowed her eyes at him but didn’t comment on the nickname his brother used for her.
“I was just… going up for a shower,” she said. Her tongue flicked out to lick her bottom lip. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
She winked at me and then disappeared upstairs.
Gavin cleared his throat. “Well, fuck.”
“Yeah,” Court agreed. “I think that’s our cue.”
I rose to my feet, my gaze tracking her as she disappeared upstairs. “I do think that’s the end of our game. You’ll see yourselves out.”
Gavin snickered. Court smacked him on the back of his head. Sam just laughed. I left the three stooges to figure it out. I couldn’t stay here another moment with my aching cock and my naked wife upstairs.
I took the stairs two at a time and strode into my mammoth-sized bathroom. I could hear the shower was running. A trail of workout clothes revealed the way to me. And there she was, stripped naked and soaking wet. Her eyes closed. Her dark hair a fountain down her back. Her ass on full display.
I shucked off all of my clothing and then stepped in after her. She turned around to face me with a smirk on her full lips.
“You tease,” I warned.
“Me?” she asked innocently. “I was sweaty. I needed a shower. Rodrigo worked me real hard today. I’m going to be sore for days.”
My hands came to her sides, pushing her through the spray and against the tiled wall. “I don’t like another man’s name in your mouth.”
She smiled wider. “He’s just my trainer.”
“I’ll make you sore for days.”
“Please,” she murmured.
I grasped her shoulder, turned her around, and bent her at the waist. Her hands clasped the bench. I spread her cheeks wide, palming them in my hands. She moaned as I slicked my thumb down her crack from one hole to another, slicking myself through her wetness. She squirmed, aching for me to take her.