Page 5 of Fires Creek

Present Day

Jonas always had a stick up his ass; dude needed to get laid.

He was interrogating this chick like he was a cop.

I don’t understand him sometimes. She was hot as hell and came bearing coffee.

Who cares what her name is? She’s got good tits, a pretty smile, and I bet her tattooed fingers would look beautiful wrapped around my cock as I throat fucked her.

I shuddered at the thought, my dick twitching against my jeans.

“The name is Theodore James, milady. But I’ll let you call me Teddy, or you can call me tonight,” I said, faking a dramatic bow and gesturing towards my brother.

“This piece of shit is Jonas, he doesn’t bite…

much.” I gave her a wink, just for some extra flair.

“And that dopey bastard,” I said pointing to Alex, who was curled up on his bed.

“Is the Al mighty Alex! What brings you to Fires Creek? You don’t look local. ”

She didn’t reply, just stared at us with those delicious honey-coloured eyes.

None of us tried to fill the silence, so I studied her form.

Her hair sat just above her waist, which was perfectly squeezed into a black leather skirt that fell mid-way down her thighs.

Her flesh was soft and milky, a stark contrast from her flaming hair and the pots of gold that lurked beneath her lashes.

I trailed my eyes down her frame, from her tiny button nose to the Doc Marten sandals that displayed her perfectly manicured toes, adorned with several gold rings.

A delicate, gold anklet just peeking out from the thick, leather ankle strap.

My eyes wandered up her thighs. A deep green corset cinched tightly at her waist was paired with a black turtleneck with a large cut-out across her chest. The apples of her breasts bulged above the ruffles on the corset.

How a piece of clothing could cover so much skin but be so damn sexy is beyond me.

Gold chains adorned both her neck and the corset that clung to her curves so perfectly.

Intricate tendrils of ink snaked their way up her forearms until they met the array of gold rings scattered across her slender fingers.

What was I saying before about those fingers?

I was so fucked…

Jonas chose that exact moment to interrupt my viewing experience. “Ah, you must be the new landlord.”

Ah, shit.