Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Rory, babe.”
“What?” I keep kissing him, moving my mouth down his jaw and to his neck. He tastes good. His fingers dig into my hair.
“Am I dreaming again?”
“You dream of me?”
“Night and day.” I lift my head to look him in the eyes.
“You always come back.”
“Why does that keep surprising you?”
“No one ever stays,” I admit. “They get out of here as soon as they get what they want. Hell, I even want to take the boys and get out of here.”
“One day we will if that’s what you want.”
“Right now I want to keep on kissing you. Can we make out in your truck? Never got to do that.” I missed out on a whole lot in high school. I think Tyson might have always been waiting around for me. He didn’t even go to his prom. I hadn’t either. Not because I didn’t want to but because I couldn’t afford to.
“All right.” He keeps me in his arms as he walks around to the passenger side of his truck, getting in. I straddle him.
“Tell me your last dream.” He starts to blush, but the overhead light in the truck goes out, hiding it from me. He’s even more handsome when he blushes. “Tell me,” I push.
“You were about to….” He trails off. His cock jerks through his sweatpants. It presses right against my sex. I can feel every hard inch of him. I can’t help but to press myself down onto him. His hands grip my hips. I swear I feel them tremble.
“Say it. Maybe I’ll do it.” I wiggle against his cock. Since that first kiss, my body has come roaring to life with so many desires. I’ve been able to keep them at bay before now, but not anymore. “I dreamt about you too. Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine. You’ve waited long enough, Tyson. Let's make a few of these dreams come true.”
CHAPTER 13
TYSON
Her words make me dizzy. It’s a good thing I’m sitting down. “Fantasies? I’ve got a thousand of them.”
“Name one.” She puts both hands behind her neck and flips the ends of her hair over her shoulders. It shouldn’t be so damn sexy, but it is.
“You sitting on my face.” My tongue nearly vibrates with want.
She coughs. “Going to the end of the catalog right away?”
“Nah, that’s in the front. First page, actually. The end has things that involve costumes and whips.”
“On you, right? A little French maid costume would look cute on you,” she teases, leaning forward. Her hair falls like a curtain around my face. My hands squeeze her hips.
“I’ll wear a cow costume and moo like a horny steer if that’s what turns you on.” I’m not even kidding.
“I think you’ve hung around Sterling Justice too much.”
Her mouth is like an inch away. “Yes. He’s a bad influence. Thank you for saving me. Now it’s your turn. What’s your fantasy?”
“A spa day.” She nips at my mouth.
“With me? I like that idea. We can do fun things in the mud bath.”
She freezes. “Mud in my coochie? I don’t think I’m up for that.”
“Scratching that off my fantasy list. We’re down to 18,999 things now.”
The laugh comes from her belly, and it lights her up so that even in the dark I can see her true happiness. I can feel the delight coursing through her frame. Driven by lust and love, I rise up and kiss her, capturing her joy in my mouth, swallowing it until her light fills me, and then I give it in return.
Our tongues dance and tangle. Her hands press my shoulders into the leather of the truck seat. I welcome the pressure. It makes me feel alive. Every part of me is throbbing with need.
“My fantasy is you making love to me. Making me come,” she whispers against my mouth.
I almost spill into my sweatpants.
“Yeah. Let me take you somewhere.” I put my hand down to the side to prop the seat up, but she stops me.
“Here. Take me here.”
“No. I am not popping your cherry in the front seat of a pickup truck.”
She folds her fingers around my cock, and I about pass out from the blood loss in my brain. “Don’t I get to choose when and where I lose my virginity?”
“Okay. I’m not popping my cherry in the front seat of a pickup.”
Her busy hands stop moving. “Your cherry? You’re a virgin?”
“I told you that you are the only one for me.”
She scoots back on my lap. “I didn’t know that meant you hadn’t ever had sex before.”
I struggle to sit up and wonder if I should turn on the light because I can’t see her face, and I can’t tell from the sound of her voice if she’s pissed or turned on. “I guess I come off some kind of way to you because I played sports or because I’m a Carter, but when I say something, I mean it.”