Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
My tongue assaulted her, pushing past her parted lips, and this time instead of being too startled or too scared or whatever the fuck it was that’s always got her running, she kissed me back.
Fucking kissed … me … back.
Lips and tongue and breath, Tori gave it all. And she gave it good. Really fucking good.
Her body was still rigid with pleasure as I thrust my hips three more times, groaned into her mouth, and shot off my release.
Right in my fucking shorts.
Still …
My thoughts on this experience hadn’t changed one damn bit. Hands down, this was in my top five. Top two maybe.
Damn. What the fuck?
I slumped back, keeping hold of Tori’s neck after we stopped kissing and pulling her with me. Her head hit my shoulder. She was panting. I was panting.
Then my grip on her neck slid around to the front of her throat when she leaned away to look at me.
“I didn’t beg,” she said quickly, chest heaving and cheeks flushed.
I looked at her messy hair and heavy eyes. I saw red smeared below her bottom lip.
“Neither did I,” I told her, taking my thumb and wiping away the evidence of our kiss.
Her body went rigid with a gasp. I showed her my thumb. Seeing it, she quickly rubbed below her mouth when my hand fell away, narrowed her eyes at me, then leaned in and with the tips of her fingers cleaned off my mouth, doing this while speaking fast, “This doesn’t count. It was a freebie. Just … pretend it didn’t happen.” She dropped her hand when she was finished.
“Gonna have trouble pretendin’ the load I just blew in my shorts ain’t there,” I told her.
Her eyes went round, fell between us, and then lifted again.
“Right, um, let me just …” She pushed off from my lap and stood, raising a finger. “Hold on. I’ll get you something.” Then she spun around and hurried out of the room, pulling the door shut behind her.
I dropped my head back and pulled in a deep breath, relasing it slowly.
What the fuck were we doing? Pretend this shit didn’t happen? Fuck that. Was she serious?
The door clicked open. I watched Tori hurry inside with a hand full of brown paper towels.
“Here. Sorry. This isn’t the type of place to stock Bounty. These are kinda rough.” She stepped in front of me and held them out. “Better than nothing, I guess.”
I took them, jerking my chin in appreciation. “Yeah. Thanks.”
“No problem,” she replied, clearing her throat and spinning around when I started working at my shorts.
I shook my head, thinking her reaction to possibly seeing my dick now was funny considering she’s seen it already and I just made her come with it. Then remembering how I felt about her suggesting we forget about what just happened, I got the urge to share my feelings while I cleaned myself up.
“Look, Legs—”
“I’m gonna go, I think,” she interrupted.
My head snapped up.
Tori was still facing the door, only I could see one hand was raised. She had her fingers pressing to her lips.
Could she still feel me?
“I just, I’m tired, so I think I’m gonna go home and get some sleep,” she continued.
I narrowed my eyes. Bullshit. She wasn’t tired. If anything I just woke her ass up.
Tori turned her head to the side so I could see her profile. “So bet’s still on. This didn’t mean anything.”
“Right,” I mumbled, looking down and finishing up.
“I’ll tell your sister bye.”
I balled up the paper towels and tossed them on the bench, huffing out breath as I did it.
“Jamie?”
“What?” I barked, tucking my shit away and then standing, zipping up as I met her eyes.
Tori was turned sideways now. She pushed some hair behind her ear and stared at me, looking timid. “Bet’s still on, right?” she asked in a quiet voice.
“Yep,” I answered curtly, tucking my hands into my pockets. “Why the fuck wouldn’t it be?”
She nodded. “Right. I figured since, you know, this didn’t count.”
“Already forgot it happened.”
Her eyes seemed to focus in. She pinched her lips together, then she turned away and looked down. “Okay, so I guess I’ll see ya later then?”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. Because I knew if I opened my mouth, I’d say shit I shouldn’t be saying, like how I’d just lied and how I wasn’t going to forget. How I didn’t want to. Or worse, how I didn’t want her to.
And admitting that shit would be just like begging.
Tori looked back at me when I didn’t speak, furrowed her brows as if she was thinking hard, and then turned away, shaking her head through an exhale that sounded as exhausted with this bullshit as I was.
She swung the door open again and walked out.
I watched her leave, standing there feeling all kinds of weird shit I didn’t want to be feeling, except for the anger. That I didn’t mind. I understood that. The other shit? No.