All Chapters of PRETEND YOU MINE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Ahhh, well I feel the same about him." I hesitated before bringing up her mum, but figured I should. "I don't think your mum was too impressed with me today, though. Sorry about that. I thought it best to introduce myself and tell her what I was doing in your life I probably could have said it more tactfully. though."She shook her head. "It's okay. She actually said she's glad you're watching out for me, and that you sounded determined to make sure nothing happens..."I caught the falter in her voice and wanted nothing more than to reassure her, but I waited for her to finish. "She thinks you're obsessed with me, though." Brynne toyed with her chicken. I shrugged. "I didn't hold back with her, it's true. I told your mum how I feel about you."She smiled at me. "She told me that too. Pretty brave of you, Ethan." "Telling the truth is not brave, it's expected." I shook my head. "It's important to me that your parents know I'm not just providing security for their daughter." I reached

I dragged away from her lips to latch onto a nipple. I bit down enough to get the moan out of her then sucked deep to plump it back up before doing the same to the other breast. "Your beautiful tits belong to me too. When I bite on them and suck and drive you mad.""Oh, God..."I moved down her body, my fingers still up in her sliding along her nub, get- ting her closer to climax. "This sweet honey cunt is always mine when I cram it full of my cock and blow a load of cum up into it." I whispered more filthy talk and felt sure it got her hotter.She writhed and rolled her head around and I loved that I was making her wild.I flicked my tongue over her clit and even put my teeth on it, nipping her flesh until I heard her cry and switched to soothing, ever so gently with a soft touch, stringing her out further and further."I need more! Fuck me, Ethan!"Oh yeah, she was hotter.Holy hell, I finally had my girl right where I wanted her. I went mad with the taste of her all over my tongue

"Brynne." I said tightly, pulling her into me at the waist and getting a good, long look at her friend, who needed to be on his merry way like ten minutes ago. The guy was a little too bold for my tastes, standing there like he was entitled to be talking to her, like he'd done it before and had history with her. Shit! He knew her. This man knew Brynne."Ethan, this is Paul Langley, umm... a friend from the art department. He teaches... I was just leaving and there was Paul coming in."She was nervous. Brynne looked uncomfortable, and if I was good at anything, it was reading people. I could smell the unease coming off her. Now the bloke was a different story. He looked far too smug and a bit too entitled, which was how I figured it out.Brynne seemed to catch herself and said, "Paul, this is Ethan... Black- stone, my boyfriend." She handed me one of the coffees. "I got you a misto," She looked at me and took a sip from her cup. Yep. She was uncomfortable. The plonker stuck his hand ou

Fucking hell, she so needed a good shagging. I could think of a few things that would shut her up. You'd think after last night she would wake up soft and obliging like a sleepy kitten. No such luck. I had a spitting-mad feral cat on my hands.I realized I'd left the coffee she'd bought me sitting in the drink holder down in my car. Fuck the bloody coffee, I needed a bottle of Van Gogh and about a dozen smokes.I also needed a shower and to make a few things perfectly clear to my utterly frustrating female. Christ, she was a handful when she got like this, but a shower first and then maybe I could sit her down and attempt some logical reasoning. I went the back way to the bathroom rather than in through the bedroom because I imagined her dressing for work in there, and figured some privacy would be appreciated considering she'd just told me to sod off. I ditched my shoes and shirt and stepped in.And had to reach for my eyeballs as they bugged out of my head and rolled around on the f

Gladstone's for lunch and Ivan was late, I don't know why I bother trying to be punctual with my cousin, because he certainly doesn't. I checked my watch and looked around the room. Formerly a gentleman's club in the past century, the place had been reanimated with white linens, lots of glass, and light woods, looking nothing like the exclusively male societal enclave for the entitled Londoners of a hundred years ago.Well, Ivan would certainly have fit in. My cousin was a peer of the realm even if he hated to be reminded and certainly didn't act like it. None of us can help how we are born, and Ivan couldn't control that his father had been the pre- vious Baron Rothvale any more than I could control that my dad drove a London cab. We had connections that went far deeper than money could ever take us anyway.Who was I kidding? Ivan could drop off a cliff if he liked, I had two beautiful women at the table looking happy and gorgeous across from me-my girl and her best friend."You ladi