“I’m not,” I say honestly. “All I know is Sea, and I might have started in a fake relationship, and I’ve only known her for a few days, but I know she’s special. I‘m going to fight like hell to keep her. I suggest you do the same with Lake. Who knows, someday we might be brothers-in-law.”
“I don’t know.” He settles into his seat, turns to the file on his lap, and begins reviewing our roster for tonight’s game, effectively ending our conversation.
Knowing I’ve done all I can for him, I go back to planning my attack on Sea. She’ll never see it coming until it’s too late. And by then, I’ll have my ring on her finger.
seven
Sea
Thankfully, because of hisbusy game schedule, I have a chance to step back from our fake relationship and breathe. Milo has wormed his way into my head, and I’m afraid it won’t be long before he worms his way into my heart. Instead of risking my sanity by spending time with Milo, I spend my day relaxing with my fur babies while reading Brooke's latest release.
Each cat has its designated spot with me—Bowie on top of my feet, Jagger across my stomach, and Prince perched on my chest, face turned toward my Kindle as if he's reading along, which is a good thing, he can't, since I'm at a very spicy scene in the story.
The sex scenes are hot as hell, but I still can't believe Brooke’s ex was the inspiration for them. Also, they feel a bit too detailed. Not that it's a bad thing, but it's almost like she's describing something she's watching, not something she's experienced.
"See you later. And don't wait up." Speak of the devil. Brooke rushes through the living room, clutching her purse to her chest and suspiciously wearing that trench coat again, cinched tightly at the waist.
"Wait. Where are you going?" I set my Kindle on the coffee table, trying to dislodge the cats from my body to chase after Brooke, but she's too fast as she pulls open the front door to a smiling Milo, with his hand raised in mid-knock.
"Excuse me," she sidesteps around Milo, making her escape as he steps inside my living room, closing the door behind him.
"Hey." Milo's eyes roam up and down my body, and to my horror, my nipples harden into tight peaks under my favorite tank top, which I've had for years. That has definitely seen its better days, with how thin and see-through it's become over the years of wear and tear. Add that to the super short shorts I threw on this morning, when I thought it was only going to be my cats and maybe Brooke who would see me today.
I fight the urge to cross my arms over my chest to hide my reaction to him. This is my house, and I can wear whatever I want. Plus, it feels good to have a guy look at me like he wants to throw me over his shoulder, carry me to the bedroom, and have his wicked way with me.
Great, there goes my panties as the wetness seeps between my legs, thinking of all the things I'd let this man do to me.
Instead of giving in to my lust and dragging him to my bedroom, I say, "Can I help you?"
A furry head rubs against my leg, causing me to look down as my cats circle my feet, meowing curiously. "Aren't you guys the sweetest things?" Milo squats down in front of me—his face inches from my soaked crotch. But instead of petting my pussy, he pets my pussy cats. "You're such good boys." He scratches each of my traitorous cats under the chin as they meow their pleasure at his touch.
Lucky bastards.
Milo takes his time giving each of my cats equal attention before standing up to his full six-foot-four frame. "It's a surprise." His eyes travel up and down my body again. "As much as I love seeing you in this outfit, it won't help either one of our reputations if you're seen out in public like that." I roll my eyes. Like anyone would care what I was wearing when Mister Sex of a Hockey Stick is standing next to me. If anything they would be looking at me as the crazy lady wearing shorts and a t-shirt in the middle of winter. "Go on. Get in the shower and slip into something semi-casual."
Giving him my most deadly glare, I cross my arms over my chest. "That's all you're going to tell me."
“Yup." He pops the p in the most irritating way. "Now get your sexy body in the shower before I drag you in there and scrub you down myself."
Part of me wants to stay here and see if he'll follow through on his threat. But the reasonable side knows better than to tempt fate. "Fine. I'll be right back."
eight
Milo
Needing something to takemy mind off the fact that Sea is in the next room in the shower naked, I pick up her discarded Kindle lying on the coffee table and sit on the couch. "Let's see what your mom's reading," I say to the herd of cats who have decided to gather next to me on the couch.
Touch yourself while you're taking my cock deep into your slutty little mouth. Show Daddy what a good girl you are, and I'll let you swallow my seed now that your pussy is dripping with my cum.
“Damn, guys, your mom's a dirty girl." I glance at the cats with a chuckle, leaning back on the couch, placing my feet on the coffee table, and settling in to see just how dirty little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes really is.
Reading is a passion of mine, but I've never gotten into romance unless it was part of the storyline for a murder mystery. However, after reading a few pages in this book, I might have to explore more romance novels.
"Is this dress okay for wherever you're taking me?" I glance up from the hottest sex scene I've ever read as Sea walks into the room. My cock still throbbing against the zipper of my jeans as I imagined I was the one doing all those naughty things to Sea, to find a look of horror across her beautiful face. My eyes drop lower, assessing the question she asked me. Damn, that dress is sexy as hell without being slutty. "What are you doing reading my Kindle?" The cats scurry off the couch as her voice takes on a high pitch.
“I was just curious what you like to read in your free time," I smirk, holding her Kindle above my head.
To my surprise, she leaps over the arm of the couch with such grace and ease that I barely have time to catch a glimpse of her pink lace panties, which she accidentally flashes as her skirt flies in the air during the leap onto the sofa.
