Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
I stole one more kiss before I eased back a few inches, and I saw the hunger in his eyes. His eyelids looked heavy. Fuck me, he was sexy.
Since he was in no rush to compose himself, I didn’t try either. I just stepped back some more and scrubbed a hand over my jaw, and then Reese appeared in the doorway. With Lucas and Lucian.
Reese smirked knowingly.
“Why are you hiding in here—oh.” Lucas got it now too, and he grinned. “Hey, Greer.”
“Lucas.” I chuckled under my breath and righted my shirt.
“What’re y’all standin’ around here for?” River muttered, adjusting his cock. “Let’s go have a drink.” He grabbed his empty glass and ducked out.
Lucian smirked a little too. “Sadly, whatever you did is the most action my bedroom’s seen in a while.”
I clapped him on the shoulder. “We ain’t done yet, my friend.”
“Far from it.” Reese eyed Lucas before shifting his gaze to Lucian. “River’s been hoping for a night with Greer for over a year, so let’s see if you and I can put a dent in West.”
I laughed. A year, though? I was gonna have to dig for answers straight from River on that one.
Lucas actually blushed.
Lucian looked a bit stunned.
I didn’t know if Lucian caught on quick, or if… Actually, nobody could fake that chemistry.
Back in the living room, with bottles, glasses, mixers, and a bucket of ice on the table, Lucian shared a couch with Lucas and Reese, and he had no problems connecting with any of them.
River and I learned that Lucian and Lucas had run into each other at an event a couple of years ago, and they’d spent some time chatting in a group of other kinksters—but it hadn’t been enough for them to exchange numbers.
Something told me that would change after tonight. The three were animatedly debating about bondage and D/s, getting along swimmingly.
The music didn’t hurt. Reese had appointed himself the DJ, and he’d taken charge of Lucian’s iPod. He’d proclaimed that Lucian had the biggest music library he’d ever seen, and he’d been cranking slow rock with heavy, seductive, bluesy notes ever since.
River and I were on the other couch, and I was waiting for the right moment to ask him if he’d really thought about hooking up with me for a year.
He took a swig of his drink and leaned closer to me. “Pay attention to what Reese is doin’,” he said for only me to hear.
I cocked my head and observed the trio, with Reese sitting in the left corner with more distance between him and Lucas than Lucas and Lucian had. Reese was chill. Smiling, talking, drinking, laughing… He was claiming that shackles beat rope any day of the week, to which Lucas and Lucian argued how wrong he was.
I rested my ankle across my knee and sipped my drink. Maybe I was too drunk to do puzzles. You didn’t fucking call in a grunt to get the paperwork done. What was weird about Reese’s standpoint? Not only did I share it, but I’d heard it before—we’d touched on this at dinner. He and I were Team Instant Gratification when it came to physical play. Or the tools we used.
Instant gratification was a big stretch, but compared to the riggers who spent hours tying up their bunny? Jesus.
River leaned in again. “He’s making sure Lucas and Lucian are on the same side of the argument. He did something similar when they discussed public play.”
Huh. And Reese was doing this to…speed along the process of tonight? To make Lucian and Lucas friends faster? Or to get us all into the bedroom quicker?
“Your brother doesn’t strike me as desperate or impatient,” I replied.
River shrugged and slid lower in his seat. “He’s not. He just wants to ensure there’s good chemistry.”
What a deviant fuck.
I grinned into my glass and finished my drink.
Then I shook my head and chuckled.
“What?” River smiled, drunk and curious.
“You’re not an IT guy,” I said.
His smile didn’t go anywhere. “Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re fuckin’ not.” I dipped down and nipped at his ear. “My guess? The Army spat youse out somehow, and you went private instead.”
He shivered, and I draped an arm along the top of the couch so I could stay close.
“What do you mean?” He tilted his head up and kissed my jaw. “It’s a private company.”
He knew damn well I meant a private military agency. But whatever. If they wanted to be secretive about their careers, that was their choice. I wasn’t a snitch, nor did I push. Not for that kind of information anyway.
“Fair enough.” I grazed my lips along his cheek and slipped my fingers into his hair. “Let’s talk about how you’ve wanted my cock for over a year instead.”
The lust in his gorgeous green eyes came back in full force, and I returned our glasses to the table.