Page 44 of The Bachelor

The sounds of her untapped pussy when I slid my way inside.

The tightness I would feel as her cunt pulsed around me.

The slowness I would have to give her at first.

Half of a finger—that was all she’d been able to handle. I didn’t know how the hell she was going to fit me.

“Ah, but we can change that, my friend.” His eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “You can hand her over to me, and I’ll take care of her.”

My jaw felt tight as I clenched it.

“Or maybe I’ll just taste her when you’re done,” he added. “You wouldn’t mind, would you, brother?”

This wouldn’t be the first time Macon and I had slept with the same woman.

Fuck, we’d done threesomes together.

But I didn’t want his hands anywhere near Oaklyn.

I wasn’t going to tell him that.

I wasn’t going to feed into this obsession he currently had, thinking I was whipped and in love.

But the truth was, Oaklyn wasn’t mine. I really had no right to stop him.

But I also wasn’t going to serve her to him on a goddamn platter.

Hell fucking no to that.

I blew air out of my lungs and held the tumbler between both palms.

“What?” he inquired. “You don’t have an answer for me?” He paused, waiting. “I didn’t think so.” He pounded my chest lightly with his fist. “Why don’t you stay in Oaklyn-land? See what happens. Don’t pull yourself out until you need to. Then, who the fuck knows? Maybe you won’t want to be pulled out, and you’ll find a home there.”

“I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

His head bounced. It could have been to the music. It could have been a nod to me.

But he said, chuckling, “Man, you’re something else.”

“Can we move on to you now? I didn’t come here to talk about myself. I came here to escape or some shit like that.”

“Says the dude who sat down and immediately spilled his guts.”

I drained the rest of my drink, calling the waiter over for another round, losing count of how much alcohol I’d had tonight. All I knew was that it wasn’t enough. “Macon, do me a favor, and start talking.”

He laughed as he looked at the blonde again, his attention eventually returning to me. “You know I was in Maui last week, touring different pieces of land where we could potentially build a new hotel. But I don’t think I told you about the real estate agent who was giving me that tour.” He whistled as he exhaled. “Fuck me, she was something else.”

“Did you have to fight Cooper and Brady for her? Or did your brothers play nice and there wasn’t any competition?”

That was one thing about the Spade brothers—they all liked the same kind of women.

Beautiful. Sensual. Sexual women.

If this chick was as hot as I assumed, then I was sure all three of them were frothing for a bite.

“Nah, man, my brothers didn’t go on this trip. It was just me, scouting out locations. Jenner flew out a few days later once I narrowed down the search. He wanted to make sure the land would work logistically and legally if we ended up moving forward.” He mashed his lips together. “But those first couple of days, it was just Kalea and me, fucking at each of the showings.Mmm,” he moaned. “Once Jenner was there and Jo came out, it turned to all business, and we made an offer on the land. But, shit”—he chewed his bottom lip—“Kalea gave me a taste of that island that I’ll never forget.”

My cousin Jenner represented the Spade brand in all of their transactions. And if the trip involved a real estate offer, I wasn’t surprised to hear that Jo, Jenner’s fiancée, had tagged along, considering she was now the Chief Marketing Officer of Spade Hotels.

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