Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
In that moment, as he held me to him, burying himself in me as deep as he could, the climax I’d felt building shattered through me, and I gasped into his mouth as I felt my muscles clench around him.
He flipped me over again, running his jaw along my neck as he said, “I’m close. I’m so close, babe.”
For a brief second, I thought about how I wished he’d call me that outside of bed, but the building strength of his thrusts pulled my mind off it.
I heard his groan in my ear as I felt him spill inside me, the heat of his cum filling me so deeply that the sheer possession of it made me climax again all on its own.
I was surprised, but he held my gaze as I came around him, leaning down to kiss the skin that had flushed rosy with my orgasm, and cradled me to him in my aftershocks. He rolled off me, pulling me with him so I lay on top of him, and I rested my hand on his heart to feel it slowing down. There had been something different about this time, and when I tilted my head up to meet his eyes, I knew he felt it too in the way he reached down to touch my jawline.
I didn’t know how long we lay there, our breaths and silence constant, but eventually I pushed myself up, feeling a pressing need on my bladder.
“No. No, I’m not done with you,” he said, pulling me back down.
“I need to use the bathroom.” He let go of me promptly, and I stood up, laughing. “Yeah, thought so.”
“You’re taking too long,” he said, his voice whiney.
“Dude, find a way to occupy yourself. I mean, the movie is still on!”
He sat up, his eyes getting wide as he heard the sounds of lightsabers and Yoda’s voice. “Oh shit.” He stood up and walked over to me, kissing my shoulder before pulling on a pair of shorts.
I didn’t bother to pull on clothes as I went to the bathroom. I just couldn’t stop thinking of the toe-curling sex we’d just had, and even more than that, how cherished he’d made me feel throughout it. I finished and grabbed my toilet paper, thrilled at the promise of another round that he’d alluded to.
When I stood up to flush, though, I felt a deep sense of dread that filled me as much as if I’d just chugged a jug of ice water. My mom’s joke about whether I’d slept with the handsome guy I was staying with came rushing back to me, and at the time, I’d brushed it off. I’d been a couple of days late, and it wasn’t uncommon for stress to throw my period a few days off here or there. But now, we were almost ten days after when I should’ve gotten it, and I started doing some quick calculations in my mind, the nausea starting to come in the wake of the cold certainty.
I walked out of the bathroom and headed for our room as quietly as I could, pulling on my clothes in the near silence.
“Do you want something to eat?” he called from the kitchen.
“I’m okay. Thank you!”
I walked out to the main room, and the sight of his naked torso with my fingernail marks took my breath away.
“Why would you get dressed? I have plans for you,” he said, glaring at me playfully.
I shrugged. “Maybe because I like the feeling of you undressing me.”
He rolled his eyes but laughed. “You’re so weird.”
“And you love it.”
His eyes softened for just a second before he looked away, and I cursed myself for using that word. He came out from around the island, kissing me quickly as if to acknowledge my statement before heading over to the bathroom.
This was my chance. I ran over to the table next to the door and grabbed his keys, sunglasses, and hat before slipping my feet into the shoes next to the front door and closing it. I didn’t bother to hide the noise, since there was no chance he’d miss the fact that I’d left, and I ran out to his truck, jumping in and starting the engine just as he ran out to the porch. I mouthed, “Sorry,” through the windshield and tried not to think too hard about the death stare he fixed on me as I pulled away.
I knew it was a risky choice to go to the gas station at the bottom of the hill, but at least the owner of the shop was a known quantity, so I walked in with my sunglasses on and my recognizable hair hidden under the hat that was too big for me.
I knew I hadn’t fooled Hank when I walked up to the counter to pay for the pregnancy test, but he kept a straight face and didn’t say anything other than, “Good evening,” and “Just this for you?”