Page 2 of Hale's Pawn
“Thinking about what?”
“Thinking about calling my sperm donor and cursing him out again. I still can’t believe this bastard actually left that little tidbit out.”
“Oran, stop pacing,” Jagger says again.
“I’m not pacing. I’m thinking. Once again, there’s a difference.”
I can just see Jagger rolling his eyes at me, and I don’t even have to be present. “Dude, we both have to get married. I mean, do I like who I’m marrying? No, but am I mad? Not really. Think of it this way, at least she’s not fucking ugly.”
This time, I roll my eyes. Something that I don’t regularly do, but this moment deserves it. “Be serious for a second, you’re not mad that I’m marrying a girl you’ve liked for as long as I can remember?” I ask. “You’re my best friend and nothing comes between us.”
Jagger makes a sound. “Aww, I love you too. But nope,” he says with an extra pop to it. “Do I like it? Obviously not, but you can just tell me how it feels to swim in her pussy. I’ll jerk off to thoughts of that.”
I shake my head. “Pounded?” I repeat.
“I don’t take you as a silent, cry-after-sex type of lover so yeah… pounded. Give her a good fucking thrust while you’re at it.”
I can’t help but break out into a chuckle that’s cut short as my door opens and I turn to see who it is. Ainslee, as if summoned, pops her head in. She gives me a smile, one that looks genuine, but I don’t want to smile because this shit is fucked up. I can’t deny her beauty and how gorgeous she is. I stare at her for a beat and then I go back to looking out the window of my office. “Speak of the nugget,” I say to Jagger.
Jagger chuckles. “What is she wearing? Actually never mind. I’ve got my own future wife to think about. You still haven’t seen Karessa LeClaire, have you?”
“No.”
Jagger groans. “You’re missing out. She’s so damned sexy. Like my very own Rihanna. I plan on cumming in her umbrella, if you catch my drift.”
I sigh. “Anyone with a brain has caught your drift, Jag.”
I don’t get a chance to hear another word he says as Ainslee grabs me by my tie and she pulls me to her. “What are yo—?” I don’t finish my sentence because Ainslee crashes her lips onto mine. I drop my phone and pull away from her. I’m not mad at seeing her, more or less upset at the situation, but now I’m mad. “What are you doing?” I grit through my teeth.
Ainslee eyes me up and down as if measuring me for something. She doesn’t look away from me when she speaks. “Hold him down. I need to check our chemistry before this wedding shit happens.”
I glance at who she’s talking to and I see those two big motherfuckers, her brothers.
AINSLEE
I have never thought about having my own Superman, or rather, Geralt of Rivia, but fuck, look at him. Mikonos and Markos hold Oran down and he glares at me like he wants to kill me. “What are you doing?” he asks. I can tell he’s controlling how loud he wants to yell at me.
“Testing our chemistry, I just told you that.”
“Why am I being held down in my own damn seat in my fucking office?” he yells a little louder.
I shut my eyes. He seems like a nice guy and I don’t want to do this, but I have no choice. I chose him because he was a better bet than anyone else. Jagger and I would’ve killed each other. I made sure to send him peanut butter and strawberry cookies just to prove my point. He called to threaten me and tell me that he hopes I choke on my champagne cork on my wedding night. I open my eyes again and look into those gray eyes, something we have in common. “You’re being held down only temporarily. They won’t hurt you. I just want to test something.”
Oran narrows his eyes at me and I take this opportunity to walk my ass over to him. I unbutton my striped dress shirt, revealing my lace bra and panties. I want to make sure that he’s attracted to me because this will go much smoother if he’s at least into my body. Oran doesn’t say anything but he does a quick one-two glance at my body. I notice that he lingers a bit the second time around. I take this distraction as an opportunity. I climb into his lap, making sure to place my pussy right over where his dick is situated. I slide my fingers into his hair and tug a little. Oran doesn’t give anything away, but I don’t need him to. I lean in close to his face and I lick his lips before kissing him. Oran’s body stiffens for a beat, but then as I grind my pussy on his pant-suit covered dick, I feel it grow harder and harder. He kisses me back hard, like he’s fighting me. I let a moan escape as he bites my bottom lip. Fuck, he’s taken over and I feel completely subdued. This isn’t what I was looking for. I just needed chemistry, not this. I shudder and I pull away from the kiss. I blink and stare at him but before I could say another word, he pulls one of his arms away from Mikonos, who I know wasn’t actually doing much. He cups right under my chin and I sway because of how much bigger his hand is compared to me. He pulls me in, kissing me hard and when he pulls away, my eyes are still closed. “Don’t fucking ambush me, nugget. I do what the fuck I want,” he says to me.
I sigh because I don’t want to even comment or dwell on how wet I am. I slide off his lap, fix my buttons, and walk out of his office without another word.
“You alright?” Mikonos asks.
“I think I made a mistake. He is not a safer bet.”
“It’s too late now,” Markos taunts.
“Fuck you both,” I say and they laugh at me while we get into the elevator.
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