Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
My pussy is so sensitive, I groan as he pushes in. He doesn’t take his time to ease me in, either. He shoves deep until I’m so full of him, I feel it in my guts, then he starts fucking me when I can barely stand upright.
By the time I’ve come the second time, I’m ready to melt into a puddle on the shower floor.
I don’t have the strength to stand, but he does, so I hang onto him, eyes closed beneath the spray as I wait for strength to come back to me.
“We should probably start getting clean,” he says lightly.
“Can’t,” I murmur against his slick skin. “Can’t move.”
He chuckles, then he grabs the shampoo bottle and—to my immense surprise—starts lathering up my hair. The shower is hot and fragrant, and my scalp tingles as he works his fingers through my hair.
It’s such a tender thing, him washing my hair.
I feel so loved. So cherished.
So well taken care of.
I’ve regained enough strength to rinse the shampoo out of my hair when the time comes, but I let him do it because it just feels nicer.
When he’s done washing my hair, he starts lathering up his own, but I enjoyed when he did it to me so much, I decide to return the favor.
That leads to another round of fucking, which, on reflection, I probably should have predicted.
We’ve used far more than our fair share of water by the time we emerge, but I’m so satisfied that I can’t bring myself to care.
Since we have no clean clothes to put on, we have to wrap ourselves in the fluffy white towels and scamper upstairs. I make Landon check around corners since he just has a towel wrapped around his waist and I feel more naked than he is. He’s not shy, anyway, but the coast is clear.
We make it to his bedroom, then I ditch the towel and climb into his bed beneath his comforter. Once I’m nice and cozy, I peek out to watch him drop his towel, then climb on the bed with me.
“Am I allowed under here?”
“I suppose so.”
He rips back the blanket and slides in with me, then he grabs me and squeezes my side. “So kind of you to let me into my own bed,” he teases.
“I know,” I say primly. “I’m basically a saint.”
He smirks and lean in to kiss my sainted lips, which, of course, makes me feel like quite the sinner.
“I don’t have the stamina to go another round,” I warn him.
He chuckles, sliding his hands under me so he can pull me against him and wrap his arms around my waist. “That’s okay.”
I was nice and warm snuggled up under the covers, but I’m even cozier wrapped up in his arms.
Before long, I fall asleep. Inevitable given how nice it is to be cuddled up in his arms naked.
Unfortunately, what wakes us is a knock on the door.
“Just a sec,” Landon calls, his voice rough from sleep.
“Shit,” I murmur, holding the blanket tighter against my chest.
“Is Parker in there with you?” Hayden asks through the door.
I grimace. One of the rules we all agreed on was that we would exercise discretion. This probably isn’t it.
“I’ll be out in just a second,” I say apologetically.
I hear Hayden sigh on the other side of the door, and the horror of disappointing an authority figure has me out of bed quicker than anything. “I’ll be waiting right here. Make it quick, please.”
“Go in my closet,” Landon mutters, rubbing his eyes as he reluctantly sits up. “You can grab one of my T-shirts.”
I’m flustered as I hustle over to the closet and open the door. His T-shirts are all hanging up, so it’s easy enough to grab one for me and one for him. I tug the one I picked for myself on, but my legs are still far too bare.
“Do you have sweatpants I can borrow?”
He nods. “They’re in the drawers. Pants, shorts. Take whatever,” he says, grabbing the shirt I brought out for him.
I head back to the closet, but being in here alone while he waits on the bed feels almost as invasive as it felt the night I packed his bag for Malek’s.
Suddenly remembering the time Brittany left her shirt here hoping he would find it, I call back, “I’m not going to find a treasure trove of random girl clothes in here, am I?”
He startles me, appearing in the doorway as he pulls on his shirt. “Why would I have girl clothes?”
“From all the panties that have been dropped at your feet,” I say dryly. “Ugh, I don’t have panties. God, I need to stash an emergency outfit in your room or something.”
Landon joins me in the closet, reaching into a basket overhead.
I’m horrified when he hands me a pair of panties.