Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
My upper lip lifts in a snarl. “What?”
“What?” There’s something overly innocent in the way she’s looking at me.
“You’re fucking with me.”
She flashes a smile that goes straight to my dick. Her lips have a purple-mauve gloss on them that makes me wonder what shade her nipples are. What color her nether lips turn when flushed with blood and arousal.
“Yes, Suit. I am. It’s way too easy.”
My cock is unbelievably hard. I spread my legs to make room for my erection. I don’t know why I seem to like her fucking with me. I’m glad we’re sitting down, so she can’t see the tent in my pants.
“So no groom shower?”
Her laugh is low and throaty. A husky sound that brings to mind a fresh image of her on her knees. This time she’s naked. Hands tied behind her back, so those big breasts are lifted and spread for me. “No groom shower. But definitely a bachelor party.” She narrows her eyes at me. “Is Brick the strip club type?”
Now I’m picturing Aubrey swinging topless from a pole. That image makes my dick happy, but my wolf gets pissed at the idea of a room full of men seeing her tits. A snarl of jealousy tangles up around my throat.
I will not make it through this dinner. I force a shrug. “No. Not really. Especially not since Madi. He wouldn’t look at anyone else.”
Aubrey relaxes. I’m not sure why she seems surprised by that news. But then, she doesn’t understand that Brick is a mated wolf. She’s not part of our world.
“Well, maybe we should think about a coed party. I know Brick is sort of jealous, so he probably wouldn’t want me taking her to a Magic Mike show, right?”
“A coed party?” I can’t keep the skepticism out of my voice. All of this sounds abominable.
“A joint bachelor/bachelorette party. You might have heard it called a Jack-and-Jill party. Often a destination event–like we all go to Vegas together.”
“Done,” I say. “How’s this for a deal–you arrange everything; I foot the bill.”
I’m used to throwing money at problems. It’s the advantage of being a billionaire–I hire out any task I don’t want to do. But stupid me. I forgot how much this female hates money. I made this mistake with her before when I was trying to save Brick from moon madness. Offering money only incenses her.
Her cinnamon-colored eyes flash. “I don’t think so, Suit. This is your punishment. That means you have to play.”
Something about her words excites me. Oh, yeah. I know which words. Punishment. Play.
How would she respond to punishment? Fuck, I’d love to bend her over and warm her ass until her pussy is dripping.
Except…I think she’s turned on by the idea of punishing me.
And somehow, I don’t mind that, either. She could strut around in a latex catsuit and point her crop in the center of my chest. Command me to lick her pussy until she can’t take any more pleasure.
Would I grovel for her? Never in a million years. But I’d eat that pussy.
Yeah. I’d definitely lick her clean.
I tug at my tie to loosen it. I’m way too hot around the collar. “Fine. You want to play with me? Let’s play.”
Her pupils dilate, and her scent thickens. Yep. She’s definitely turned on, too.
Damn. That thought sends my brain on a race around the moon and back.
Okay, the bratty female wants to spar with me. I’m in.
She backpedals a little. “I should check with Madi first to find out what she wants. That’s what really matters. I won’t see her for another week, though, and it’s hard to get her on the phone these days.” There’s a note of bitterness in her voice.
Even more disturbing is the tinge of sadness to her scent.
Understanding hits me hard. Just like I’ve lost Brick, she’s losing her best friend. Or perhaps she’s already lost her. It makes sense. Not only are Brick and Madi inseparable now, but Madi can’t talk to her human friend about what we are. She can’t bring her around or invite her into our world.
My wolf doesn’t like this scent of defeat on the human.
I whip out of my phone. “I’ll arrange a joint meeting,” I say before considering what I’m suggesting. I’m going to torture myself with another face-to-face with this vixen? It’s a terrible idea. But I’m already typing out a text to Brick. “The four of us can sit down and talk about it together.”
I fire off a text to Brick:
Aubrey and I need to meet with you and Madi re: bachelor party.
Tomorrow night, my place.
I’m disgusted that I typed the words “Aubrey and I.” There is no Aubrey and I. That’s fucking absurd. But I don’t hate the idea of having her in my penthouse. Getting her scent on my sofa. In the rugs. Of course, that would involve me putting her on her knees on the floor. Better yet, face down on her belly, legs spread wide.