Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
We were becoming friends. That was a given. She was impossible not to like. She made me smile, and she was fucking funny and smart. Hell, I enjoyed waking up to her in my arms. I’d never thought I’d say that, but I did. And it was a pretty damn good setup. She wasn’t clingy or needy. She fucking looked at me like I was a damn king, and I loved it. That worshipful gaze made me feel incredible. It wasn’t like I encouraged it. She was doing it on her own, and who was I to tell her to stop?
There was no sex messing up things. No talk about relationships and shit. Aspen was meeting a need I hadn’t known I had. Maybe it was fucking screwed up because I found myself wanting to take care of her. I liked being the one to meet her needs. It was an odd sense of ownership—and if I admitted that to anyone, they’d think I was a psycho. But, yeah, I felt fucking possessive of her. I didn’t want anyone else taking care of her. I’d had to let go of the idea of handing her off to Trinity. I wanted the job. Gage was right; it was a sick way of getting my kink and not fucking her.
I already knew it was twisted. I wasn’t someone who should be taking care of anyone, but with Aspen, I required it to keep me sane. I had to know what the doctors said every week. My schedule was made around what she needed that day. When I thought about how I had been changing things in my life to accommodate her, it bothered me. Then, she’d smile at me, and I’d forget why I should be bothered.
A door closed, and moments later, Kye walked into the room.
“What the fuck is this? Oh wait, is this Titanic? Have they done the tit scene yet?” he asked, walking over to sit on the other side of Aspen. His eyes glued to the screen.
“Not yet,” Trinity replied.
“That’s my favorite scene.”
“We would have never guessed,” Gage replied, amused.
I looked down at Aspen. “Kye has a tit fetish. We think he was nursed too long as a child.”
Aspen laughed and bit her bottom lip.
“Shit’s probably true. I should ask my mom,” he said, leaning back on the sofa. “You want to curl up on me, Aspen? I’m a willing body.”
She stiffened, and I shot him an annoyed glare, then put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me. He laughed at me and shook his head.
“You good?” I asked her.
She nodded, looking happy about being against my side. Shit. That just made this possessive shit worse. I wasn’t letting her go with Kye’s horny ass sitting beside her though.
“The tits are coming up,” Kye announced.
“Don’t start stroking your fucking dick,” Huck warned him.
“Not even if I put a blanket over me?”
“Fucking hell, you just got back from Devil’s. You don’t need to jerk off to Kate Winslet’s tits,” I grumbled.
“You’re home early,” Gage pointed out.
“Didn’t go to Devil’s. Hooked up with Starla,” he replied. “She came to the shop, wanting my dick.”
“Can we watch the movie and not discuss your sex life?” Shiloh asked.
He chuckled again but shut up.
Aspen rested her head on my chest, and all I could smell was vanilla. Why did she have to smell like a damn sugar cookie? Made me think about eating—her. Willing my cock not to get hard, I began to mentally chant all the reasons I wasn’t going to be tasting Aspen.
The naked tits scene came, and all Kye did was groan. Gage carried a sleeping Shiloh home shortly after. I could tell Huck had gotten Trinity worked up under the blanket when she made a noise. He was up and taking her out of the room immediately.
Kye looked over at me. “She’s asleep.”
I couldn’t see her face with her lying on my chest.
“I’ll take her up.”
“I bet you will,” he drawled.
Ignoring him, I stood up and cradled her in my arms.
“Lucky bastard,” he called out as I left the room.
If he only knew how hard this had become, he wouldn’t say that. Every damn day, I was fighting wanting to fuck her.
Fifteen
Aspen
Opening my eyes, I felt a smile tug on my lips. Levi’s breathing was still deep. He wasn’t awake yet. His hand was nestled under my breasts, and his thumb was against my right nipple. That was nice. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. Two days ago, I’d woken up, and my entire right boob was in his hand. He had made a joke about it, then kissed the top of my head and gotten up like it was nothing.
I liked waking up like this. A thrill always rushed through me when I felt his hand somewhere I had never been touched. I wanted him to touch my whole boob again. That had been amazing. But I wasn’t going to say anything. I knew he would more than likely send me back to the other room to sleep.