Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 78732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
She may have taken full-on sex out of the equation, but there are so many other things we can do while still avoiding a P-in-the-V situation.
As a grown man who has always prided himself in being able to control his hormones, I find it difficult to get my head in the right place and off of the way her body glistens under the showerhead.
I make quick work of heading to the bathroom, taking a piss, and brushing my teeth, before getting dressed and heading downstairs.
I tell myself with every step down the stairs that I'm going for coffee, not seeking her out, but that doesn't stop my eyes from darting all over the place, looking in every nook and cranny to try and find her.
I'm not at all surprised to find her sitting at the breakfast bar with a steaming cup of coffee in front of her.
Just the way she has both hands wrapped around the damn thing as she speaks to Rooster makes memories of the way she held my cock in her slippery hand the exact same way come rushing back.
I groan with need, drawing the attention of my teammate. The wicked look in his eyes makes me wonder if the fucker has hidden cameras in my en suite.
"Mornin'," I say to him as I make a beeline to her because pretending she isn't the only person taking up every inch of space in my head is impossible.
"Hey," she says as we lock eyes. "Good morning."
Her smile is easy, and if I stood here long enough, I could probably convince myself that she doesn't regret all the confessions she made last night.
Instead of dwelling on anything negative, including wanting to ask Rooster to track that fucker Troy down so I can teach him a lesson on how to treat women, I step in closer to her until I fill her vision completely.
"Mornin'," I repeat.
"Yeah, you already said that," she teases, and I sort of love that she doesn't give me a pass.
I lean down, with every intention of brushing a kiss on her cheek, but the way she licks her lips in preparation has me diverting to the left a few inches.
I press my lips to hers, planning on a brief kiss, but the sharp intake of her breath when we touch makes me throw those plans out the window.
I swipe my tongue across her lips until she opens for me, and I end up breathless as she slides her tongue against mine. I hold on to her, stepping in close and positioning myself between her legs.
By the time a throat clears at my back, I have my arms all the way around her, and she's bent backward, her hands clinging to my shirt.
She chews her lower lip when I lift her back up and take a step away.
"Good morning," she says.
"Yeah," I tell her with a wink. "You already said that."
I have no doubt that her chuckle could end sickness all over the world, but I'm just too fucking selfish to urge her to share it with anyone else.
"Breakfast?" I ask as I make my way to the coffee pot.
"You're trying to spoil me," she says. I hate that Rooster is still in the kitchen, standing to the side and staring at us like we're some sort of museum display he just can't quite figure out.
His presence deters me from being open and honest, and there may come a time, later in life, when I'm mature enough to question why that might be. I'm in no position to worry about it right now.
"I'm making myself something," I say with a shrug, my back still to her so I don't have to bear witness to the disappointment on her face with my reasoning. "Figured I can as easily make enough for two."
"Sounds good," she whispers, leaving no doubt in my mind that she's a little disheartened by my words.
"On second thought," she says a few seconds later as I'm pulling things from the fridge. "I'm going to swim laps in the pool."
The scrape of her stool echoes around the room, but her footsteps are too light for me to hear them as she makes a hasty escape.
"You're a fucking idiot," Rooster mutters. "That was not the way to handle that."
"What?" I ask, still working on making breakfast.
"You know what, unless you don't. Then I'm just really sad for you."
I don't bother feeding into whatever conversation it is he wants to have, but, of course, that doesn't stop him from continuing.
"Are you really that stupid when it comes to women?"
I turn to face him, anger making my left eye twitch uncontrollably.
"What could you possibly know about women? The only interaction you get is what you pay for online."
His lips form a flat line. "There's nothing wrong with online dating, but we're not talking about me."