Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
It’s why I opened Wanderlust and Elite. Because I love women. Their soft lips, feminine curves, their sweet scent, the sounds they make when they come. Some people are addicted to cigarettes, drugs, food, alcohol. My addiction is women, and I have no problem owning it.
Whether it’s dancing with them, talking to them, watching as they come all over my cock or my fingers or mouth, I can’t get enough of them.
It’s also why I never understood how my brother could get married to Sienna, chaining himself to one woman for the rest of his life. Don’t get me wrong. She’s a cool woman, and I love her like a sister. My nieces are adorable, and I love being an uncle. But why would I ever want to be stuck eating the same food for the rest of my life when I could have a variety?
At least that’s what my mindset was...Until now.
As I sit on the edge of the bed, watching the silhouette of the woman I just spent hours with get dressed, for the first time ever, I don’t want to say goodbye.
We’ve had sex three times. I’ve tasted her sweet cunt just as many. But it’s not enough. I want more. I want her to take her mask off and let me turn on the lights. I want to see every inch of this woman that I’ve spent the past few hours touching, kissing, caressing, worshipping.
Normally, when the night comes to an end, I have no problem walking away. But there’s something about this woman that’s calling to me. And I have no idea what to do about it.
I can’t blame it on not knowing what she looks like because I’ve had plenty of anonymous sex and had no issues walking away afterward.
Maybe it’s the mystery behind her reason for coming tonight: wanting to replace a horrible experience with a good one. Though, I know damn well I rose to the challenge, and she’s leaving here completely satisfied.
I don’t know. I can’t put my finger on it, and it’s driving me nuts. My brother once said he knew Sienna was the one the first time that he laid eyes on her, and I thought he was fucking insane, but right now, I’m thinking maybe he wasn’t so crazy after all because something deep inside of me is telling me not to let this woman walk out that door.
“Thank you for tonight,” Liz says softly, her husky voice breaking through the fog of my thoughts. “I had a really good time.”
Her silhouette moves toward the door, and I get up and meet her there, my hand landing on hers as she reaches for the doorknob, preventing her from turning it. I’ve already asked her to take her mask off, but she said no. I asked if we could turn the lights on, but she refused. I can’t adequately describe the sensation settling over me, but there’s a weird feeling of desperation that’s vibrating through my body, making me jittery, like an addict who needs his fix—despite having had this woman several times tonight.
“Stay with me,” I murmur, my front pressing against her back.
“I can’t,” she says apologetically, almost as if she wishes she could say yes.
“Can I have your number?” Fuck, I’ve seriously lost my shit, but I don’t even care. The thought of never seeing her again is driving me senseless.
“You’re the one who said you’re not looking for anything more than one night,” she points out, throwing my earlier words back in my face.
She’s right. She’s so damn right, but...“I’ve changed my mind.”
“I’m sorry,” she mutters, “but I have to go.”
And with those words, I back up and watch as the first woman I’ve ever wanted something more from walks out the door and out of my life.
“I’ve stopped by the club every damn day but nothing. If she’s returned, it’s not when I’ve been there.” It’s been over a month since Valentine’s Day—six weeks to be exact—and I can’t get the woman off my mind. I even checked the cameras to zoom in on her, but with the mask she was wearing, the only thing I have to go off of is her brown hair with blonde highlights, green eyes, and full, kissable lips. I did notice she has a tattoo on the inside of her wrist, but I couldn’t make out what it was.
Pretty much, I have zilch, so I doubt I’ll ever see her again.
“Never thought I’d see the day,” Micah says. “My baby brother is in love.”
I roll my eyes and take a swig of my beer, focusing on the basketball game that’s on the screen. It’s Sunday, and I’m hanging out at my brother’s place watching the game while Sienna cooks dinner.
“Did I just hear Lincoln’s in love?” Sienna asks, setting a bowl of chips on the table along with some dip. She’s got the phone pressed to her ear, obviously talking to someone, but she’s looking at me, waiting for an answer.