Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
It's what I want—her tied to me in every conceivable way. Mine, all the way to her fucking soul.
We're not even fully dressed before the office door flies open.
I yank Zoya behind me, trying to shield her from view as Trystan bursts into his office. His eyes come to me, bounce to her, and then to the mess we made of his office.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he mutters, eyes narrowed at me. "On my desk, Jareth? Fucking seriously?"
"My bad," I lie, not the least bit sorry.
"I work at that desk, you dick!"
"Go away. I'll buy you a new one."
"I want a whole new office." He scowls at me. "Your naked ass was on my desk."
"Technically, her naked ass was on your desk." My brows furrow. "You know what? You're right. You're getting a whole new office." There's no fucking way I'm letting him keep this one when Zoya has been naked inside it. Fuck that. "We'll trade."
Zoya presses her face to my back, her body shaking with laughter.
She's not laughing when Connor appears in the doorway behind my cousin. Like Trystan, he takes a moment to assess the scene before drawing himself up to his full height. He's maybe an inch shorter than I am, and just as broad. Any other day, he might be a match for me, but I'm still riding a post-orgasm high. I'm bulletproof right now.
"What the fuck?" he growls, his eyes narrowed like he's pissed. But there's too much relief in his gaze for it to be believable. He's putting on a show he doesn't even want to be participating in just because Zoya dragged him into this. But he's her friend, so he'll follow it through to the end anyway.
Huh. Maybe he isn't so bad.
"You're sleeping with my girlfriend?" he says, stalking toward me like he's ready to fight. He even has his fists clenched as if he wants to hit me. "How long have you two been fucking behind my back?"
"Oh shit," Trystan whispers, his gaze bouncing from Connor to me like he isn't sure if he should stop this or if he's pissed enough about the office to let it happen. I guess the prick decides to let it happen because he steps aside, shooting me a disgruntled look.
Who needs enemies when you have cousins?
"I'm going to kick your ass," Connor growls.
Zoya squeaks and then scurries out from behind me, her hands covering her boobs. I growl, trying to thrust her behind me again, but there is no containing the little spitfire.
Trystan quickly spins around, facing away from her so I don't have to gouge his eyes out. Connor doesn't even look in her direction. He's still coming at me, determined to follow this shitshow through to the end.
"Zoya, dammit," I growl.
"He knows, Connor," she says, completely ignoring me.
"He knows?" Connor asks, stopping midstep.
"Yes." Zoya bobs her head.
"Oh, thank God." Connor's shoulders droop, his hands falling to his sides. "If I had to fight his big ass for you, I was going to be pissed, cupcake."
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, snatching my shirt off the floor before yanking it down over Zoya's head.
Her head pops out, her eyes on Connor. "You were going to fight him for me?"
"Well…yeah." Connor shrugs.
Zoya beams, thrusting her arms through the sleeves of my shirt as she scurries across the office to fling her arms around him in a big hug. "You're the best."
"Seriously?" I ask, eyeing her sideways. "He was going to hit me."
"Suck it up," she says, smirking at me. "You're the one who was having sex with his girlfriend in your cousin's office."
Trystan laughs abruptly.
"You aren't his girlfriend," I mutter, scowling at Zoya. "Do I need to remind you again?"
"Okay, well," Connor quickly says, stepping away from Zoya. "That's my cue to get the fuck out of here." He shakes his head, glancing over at me. "For the record, it's your job to deal with her bad ideas now. I'm out."
"I do not have bad ideas," Zoya protests.
"Yeah, you do," Connor and I mutter at the same time.
She scowls at both of us, but Connor just chuckles and ducks out of the office, whistling. Trystan casts a glance over his shoulder, sees that she's dressed, and then turns around to face us again.
"So…busy week, huh?" he asks me, humor in his eyes.
"Trystan, get the fuck out."
"It's my office."
"Be nice to your cousin, Jareth."
Trystan's smirk grows. "Yeah, Jareth. Be nice to your cousin."
I reel Zoya back into my arms by the hem of her shirt, shaking my head. "Stop siding with the enemy, princess."
"Why the fuck am I the enemy?"
"You saw her shirtless."
"Oh my god." Zoya rolls her eyes at me. "They're just boobs, Jareth."
"Yeah, your boobs."
"Boobs are boobs," she says, not even sparing him a glance. "If you've seen one pair, you've seen them all." She shoots me a mischievous look. "Kind of like dicks."