Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Well, I had all intentions of ordering you an Uber so you weren’t anywhere near the vicinity, but then you bought your bucket wine, and here we are.” I attached the camera to the tripod and then crouched to rummage through the backpack for my bottle of lotion.
“If you get arrested for indecent exposure, I swear I’ll pretend I don’t know you.”
“Give me some credit. I’m not going to just whip it out in the middle of the Champ de Mars. There’s an art to this, you know.”
Her attention dropped to the lotion bottle now in my hand, and one of her petite brows slowly lifted. “That involves a bottle of Country Apple lotion?”
“Yes.” I stared across the dark park. The park that was filled with more people than I liked. “Hey, do me a favor. Whistle if anyone comes close.”
“Whistle?” A panicked look of concern crossed her pretty face. “I can’t whistle.”
“Then clap your hands or moo like a cow.” I started toward the edge of the bushes.
“I am not mooing.”
“Just make some kind of noise. Scream for all I care.”
“So people can think I’m getting murdered?”
“It would keep the attention off me. And that’s the point.” I smiled over my shoulder, then wedged myself between the foliage. The dry leaves underneath me crunched when I popped the tripod into place.
Blake whisper-shouted my name from the other side of the hedge.
“What?” I flipped the camera screen to face me.
“Are you serious? That’s as far as you’re going? You’re not even that deep in there!”
“It’s not a forest, Blake.” I tried to line up the angle so I could not only get Paul in the shot but also the tower peeking through the gap in the foliage. Getting a good angle on a person’s face was one thing. Getting a good angle on a dick…
The bush behind me rustled. “I can hear you moving around.”
“Did you just hit the shrub? You realize you’re going to look insane to everyone out there?”
She hit it again. “Go farther back so I can’t hear you breathing.”
“There’s no farther back to go.” I found the perfect angle, then went for my zipper and dropped my pants and boxers to my knees.
“I just heard you unzip yourself. Now, I can’t get the picture of you with your dick in your hand out of my head.” She huffed from the other side of the hedge. “I can’t stay here. I feel… soiled.”
“You can’t move. You’re my lookout.”
The bush shook again, some of its leaves falling to the ground. “I never agreed to be your lookout.”
“You said you’d scream if someone came. I’d call that an indirect verbal agreement.”
“I did not. I sat there in silence.”
“You didn’t say no, though.”
“This is like kidnapping my free will.”
I opened the lotion. A loud thrrrrp sounded when I squeezed an obscene amount into my palm and slathered it onto my cock.
“That’s it,” she said. “I’m going to abandon you.”
“And if I get arrested—”
“That’s not my problem.”
“Oh, it will be. And you want to know why?” I pumped my fist over my semi-limp shaft, praying for the blood flow to hurry and shift. “Because you can’t speak French.”
“And what does that have to do with anything regarding you pulling Cockzilla out in a bush?” she whisper-shouted, her aggravation growing.
“When I tell them you’re my accomplice, in French, and you can’t defend yourself, it will have everything to do with it.”
She gasped. “You wouldn’t.”
“Do you really want to find out if I would?”
A few blissful seconds of silence ensued. Just enough for me to get a little girth. Then the shrubs behind me violently shook again.
“People are coming.”
I dropped my lubricated dick and went for my jeans.
“Wait, no,” she whispered. “They went the other way.”
The two-minute warning went off on my phone. It was one thing to get a hard-on in the middle of the quiet wilderness, but surrounded by the sound of laughter, dogs barking, of her breathing on the other side of the bushes…
“I can literally hear the squish of you thrusting in and out of your palm.” She huffed. “I swear to all that is holy, Vance, if I hear you grunt…”
I squeezed my mostly limp dick so hard. “For the love of God. Blake. Stop talking to me right now. I can’t focus on what I’m doing.”
The one-minute reminder buzzed on my phone, and I resorted to the one failsafe thought that would get me hard. I closed my eyes and conjured up the familiar fantasy of Blake on her knees, me fisting her dark hair. I imagined her slipping my cock between her full lips, those cheeks of hers pink. Like a shot of Viagra, Paul was at full attention. And right on time. The night sky behind me lit up. People in the park oohed and aahed. I clicked the remote on my phone, and the flash of the camera fired in rapid succession.