“Fuck me harder.”
So, I gave her what she wanted.
Within a few more twists, the ache was spreading through my balls, the fire moving through my dick, the release igniting across my body.
“Sophie!”
She was rubbing her clit for me, just the way I liked her to,with her legs apart and her thumb on that spot that I fucking loved to lick. But it was her eyes that sent me over the edge. A deep, penetrating stare that made the ribbons of cum shoot out from the end of me.
“Fuck!”
As each crest took hold of me, I drove my palm toward my crown, the friction of my piercing only adding to the intensity, and I pumped out the rest of my orgasm.
“Fuck yes,” I breathed the second I was empty.
My eyes flicked open, meeting the small milky pools of cum on the countertop. But in my mind, those puddles had landed on her stomach, her fingers dragging through each one as though she were connecting the dots before she brought them up to her mouth.
And while her eyes locked with mine, she sucked the thickness off her fingers.
When I connected with my reflection again, what I should have seen was a satiated look on my face, but what I saw instead was one that promised I could go at least three more rounds, and even that wouldn’t be enough.
It was going to be a long fucking day.
Just as I was opening the door of my suite to meet my driver downstairs, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I stayed in the entryway while I took out my cell,Weston Groupappearing on the screen.
“Good morning?—”
“We have a fucking problem,” Hart said, cutting me off.
“A real fucking problem,” Beck added.
Beck was at the office? And not at practice?
Thisisn’t good. Shit.
“Have you seen the article I just sent you?” Eden hadn’t even given me a chance to respond to my brothers.
“No. I just got out of the shower after a run, and”—I didn’t need to elaborate on what I’d been doing since that shower—“I haven’t had a chance to get caught up with my notifications. I was about to get in the car and?—”
“The Gordons are opening a Horned.” Walker’s voice was so deep that it cut right through me.
I backed up into the room and released the door, letting it close. “They’re doing …what?”
“Colson, we have a real mess on our hands,” Hart said.
“As you know, as of yesterday, we have officially settled with the Gordons,” Eden said. “Paperwork was signed off, and as a company, we’re in the clear. However, early this morning, the Gordons sent out a press release, notifying the public that they have plans to build and scale a restaurant that’s identical to Horned. Except it’ll be theauthenticHorned. The one everyone in Laguna Beach originally fell in love with, not the one we purchased and took over—because our Horned no longer has the same menu, but theirs will.”
I went to the window, but the view wasn’t enough to keep me there, and I paced to the door. “The article fucking said that?”
“Not those identical words, but similar enough,” Walker barked.
“But it gets better,” Eden added. “Because they also stated that we’d had to change our menu at Horned and Charred due to the fact that we didn’t have the authority to use those menu items. So, they’re encouraging all of their past patrons and fans of Horned to come to their new restaurant, which will be opening in three months.”
I tore at my hair. “Tell me you’re fucking kidding.”
“To summarize, they called us out publicly. They basicallytold the world that we’d stolen their menu. And then they goaded our diners to leave us and go to them.” Hart barely took a breath as he spoke.
“We never made an official announcement that we had changed our menus.” Walker was no longer sharp. He was shouting. “And now they’ve done it for us.”
