Page 58 of Cold and Broken (The Titans of Founder's Ridge 1)

“You’re carrying me in, right?” I huff and puff. “I can’t walk.”

“If feels good, right?” His hazel eyes lit from within with contentment.

“No.” I shake my head vehemently. “It’s feels awful. I think I’m dying. You must be a masochist to enjoy doing this to yourself.”

“Why do you do it then?” Curiosity soaking his voice.

“To stay in shape. Working out is how I grew up bonding with my dad. We rarely did what most people would think of as normal father daughter bonding stuff. He taught me Krav Maga, we go to the shooting range, and we work out. Oh, and sports. We don’t play anything together but we watch together.”

“Krav Maga.” He nods his head absently and runs a hand through the grass under us. “That’s how you were able to take Lev down the other day.”

“Yep. That was fun.” I laugh.

Griff hauls himself to his feet reaches out a hand for me. I groan as he pulls me up. I’m going to be sore tomorrow, he had me running a faster pace than I’m used to.

“I’m going to shower and change. Meet me back in the kitchen after you’re done,” he orders and for a second I see a flash of the future CEO he’ll become.

All three of the guys exude a certain level of dominance. The way they each hold themselves has a level of well earned confidence but just bordering on arrogance. I’m fairly certain the three of them came from the womb with that self assurance.

My mind wanders to Connor as I get ready to shower. I wonder what he’s doing, which meeting he’s in right now. I let myself relive last night, the touch of his hands, the brush of his lips, the strokes of his tongue. I wonder if he’s thought about it at all today. If he’s thought of more random questions to ask me.

I need to stop thinking about him.

I have to be smart and focus on why I’m here. I’m going to graduate from this ridiculous prep school so I can join Z at whatever college he gets a scholarship to. He and I will spend four years living our best lives. I’ll be far away from Founders Ridge and the rich boys who live and play here. I’ll be the charity case they barely remember from their senior year and our lives will never intersect again.

When I lather my hair with my rose hip shampoo I think back to how Connor said he was going to buy a bottle of each to jerk off with. Part of me is tempted to put a few bottles in his bathroom. Double down on his claim and see if he was serious. It actually turned me on when he said it. I secretly love his filthy mouth.

STOP.

When I’m finished getting cleaned up I walk down to the kitchen. Griff is sitting at the island scrolling through Twitter and chatting with Delores.

“Hey Delores. Do you need any help with anything?” I ask as I walk into the kitchen.

“No, sweetie. Just have a seat and enjoy your company.”

“Lev and Ivy will be here in a few,” Griff says with his eyes still locked on his phone.

They walk in together a few minutes later. We sit down to eat and end up talking about football and classes. Z calls partway through dinner and I excuse myself for a few minutes to chat with him before he has to catch the L and go to work. I can’t believe we haven’t seen each other in almost a month. It’s the longest we’ve ever been apart and it sucks. Only two weeks until we’re reunited for my birthday though. That thought keeps me going.

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Connor

My knee bounces impatiently in the back of the town car Victor insisted I begin using to get to and from the Founders Ridge private airport. Two days of signing page after page after page of paperwork. Signing away my future freedom to my inheritance. I don’t have any idea what my passion is, where I might have ended up because my future was always going to be in the boardroom at VI.

At least I was able to negotiate terms putting myself in the drivers seat for all our research and development. The energy industry in the states needs a big fucking push away from traditional energy sources and into the realm of renewables. Victor and I disagree on so much but at least he has the foresight to see the direction we need to go into. Hell, I might even get him to agree to let me go to MIT instead of Harvard. My ruthless business acumen was bred into me, my ability to understand science could only be a benefit to the business.

Fuck, does this guy know how to drive?

I have never been this anxious to get home in my life. I hope Lilith is still awake. I texted her when I left the city and told her I wanted to see her tonight. She’s disagreeable enough to fall asleep early on purpose, just to spite me.

I catch myself with a gentle smile in the reflection of the window. I have to get a grip on this attraction to her. This magnetic pull I feel to her is dulling my edge and neither of us can afford for me to lose that power. Now, more than ever, I need to be cold, calculating, and focused.

I haven’t been as focused as I needed to be the past few days. Instead I’ve spent way too much time thinking about Lilith’s sweet pussy fluttering around my fingers and tongue in ecstasy. The moans and pants and slick sound of her flooding desire echoing in my mind. I wonder what she would do if I barged into her room and dropped to my knees for another taste as soon as I get home. So many guys my age aren’t into eating pussy but damn, I could fucking feast on Lilith for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Fucking finally!

I barely restrain myself from flying out of the town car as soon as it stops in front of the house. I toss a hundred dollar bill at the driver as a tip and grab my bag. Edward meets me by the door.

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