Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
This isn’t sex. Or it’s not just sex. It’s a promise. I waited for her; she waited for me. Now we’re sealing the deal.
“Give it to me,” I order. My voice sounds like I swallowed ten rocks.
Her nails dig into my wrist. She swivels her hips higher. I thrust harder and harder until she comes, unraveling around my cock, drenching me with her slick. I let myself go, spilling my seed into her channel, filling her up, making her mine. I cover her mouth with mine, sealing our bond, drinking down her joy. I keep moving until the last spasm leaves her body. Holding her tightly, I collapse onto the mattress.
We lie there in sweaty, awed silence until I manage, “That was worth the wait.”
Next to me, Lauren raises her arm. She can’t keep it lifted, and it flops back immediately. “I think you sexed all my bones away.”
I rub my palm against the bare mattress. “The sheets disappeared too.”
“You did say you were going to ruin the bed. Appreciate you following through on your promises.”
“Appreciate you acknowledging my efforts.”
I allow my eyes to linger over her naked body. She’s beautiful from the top of her caramel-colored hair to the tips of her pink painted toes. All curves and mysterious valleys that I plan to explore until I know them like the back of my hand. My cock swells in excitement. Her effect on me is laughable. All it takes is one look, one brush of her finger against my arm, and I’m hard again. I want to be inside her or have my mouth on her cunt.
“You ready to go again or should I get dressed?”
I want to hear “Let’s go again,” but I’m not at all surprised when she says, “You probably should go. It was a lot to ask of Mick to give us some private time, but he’s already very suspicious of you.”
“I should’ve given him more hours at the gym.” I roll out of bed. I’d heard some noise out in the living room. Mick’s back, and he’s waiting more patiently than I’d thought he had in him.
“Maybe your Ducati.”
“I’m not even gonna give my Ducati to you,” I say as I pull my T-shirt over my head.
“Oh, so that’s how it is?”
I plant a hand next to her warm body and lean down about an inch from her mouth. “Because you don’t know how to ride a bike, and I’m thinking about your safety, but I’ll buy you a car when you want.”
She pushes my face away and gets to her feet. “I swear to God if you buy me a car, I won’t let you touch me for a week.”
A flash of ass teases me before she wraps herself in a spare sheet. I need to build up an immunity to this constant thrumming desire so I can tolerate not being inside of her body for more than a twenty-four hour period.
“You need to stop looking so hot then. Or maybe it’s just your smell. Fuck.” I stuff my hard cock into my jeans and zip up as best I can. “What are your hours tomorrow?”
“Nine to six.”
“Let’s meet for lunch.”
“Are we actually having food?” She waddles around the end of the bed.
I haul her up against me.
“It can be both, but I’m definitely gonna need to fuck you.” I kiss her hard.
“At a deli?”
“Just thinking about you washing my hair is enough to make me come in my jeans. I know you don’t have capes at your place for that reason, but it’s damned convenient.”
“Now that you’ve admitted this, you can’t get your hair washed by anyone else.”
“I don’t want my hair washed by anyone else. Thanks for volunteering.” I give her another kiss before letting her go.
She makes a small disappointed sound.
“I can have you on your back in five seconds,” I warn.
“Okay. Okay. I hear you.” She hops backward with a wave of her hands. Watching her dress does not help soften my erection. When I get home, I’ll have to rub one out, but that’s not going to provide much more relief than a piss after having been inside her warm cunt. But what can I do but suffer until lunchtime?
She doesn’t bother to turn on any lights, but I do see the person in the living room is a woman and not Mick. Lauren pays the woman no attention, so I ignore her too. “I’m going to come by for breakfast. Don’t think I can wait until lunch.” I give her another wet, hot kiss. She makes a reluctant sound when I draw back. I rub my finger across her lower lip. “Dream of me, babe.”
Chapter Fourteen
LAUREN
Iclose the door behind Griff and check the clock on the microwave. Mick will probably be home soon. He was probably listening for the door. I wanted Griff to stay longer, and I know he wanted to stay too, but the more time I spend around him, the urge to hang on to him grows, and that’s dangerous.