Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I don’t expect Rick to be able to come again so quickly, but he pulls out, makes the smallest choked noise, and comes against my back.
We’re so quiet, but our bodies are screaming loudly. The world is covered in crystalized water droplets, and everything sounds so loud. The shower spray, our breathing, our frenzied hearts.
I turn around slowly and set my hands on Rick’s heaving shoulders. Then, I look up into his face and see that he’s already closing himself off. He’s going to retreat and hide behind that blank slate.
I kiss him softly. “You know what we need?” More of this. That’s what we need. But no, not right away. Not right now. I don’t want to literally kill us. “We need something mundane. Something normal. We need to get out of the house. Let’s go for a walk.” I run my thumb over his bottom lip. I wish he’d suck my finger into his mouth and bite it, but he shakes his head.
“No,” he says.
“Let’s go to the park again.”
“Not in the daylight. There are children there, and we don’t have any children with us. We’d be creepy.”
Right. Yeah, that’s probably not a good thing. “A different park then.”
“No.”
“Let’s just go for a walk then,” I say.
“No,” he repeats.
“We could go to a movie.”
“No.”
“The beach?”
He shakes his head again. “Especially not the beach.”
I’m not going to let him frustrate me, and I’m not going to let him win. Except in the shower. Or in bed. Or anywhere else in the house. And only in that way.
We could go to the one remaining bed in the house, and I could sit on your face. My nipples become another ten percent harder than they already are, which puts them somewhere around one hundred and eighty percent hard.
“We can go for groceries,” I suggest.
“We have—”
“Okay, well, you have to pick one of those options! It’s healthy to get out of the house. You need to do that more. You don’t even like this place.”
He opens his mouth to give me more no’s and protests, but the words dry up, and he sighs with a hint of a caveman grunt at the end. It rolls on, that caveman sound. It’s so hot, and his frown is so smoldering and delicious that I want to jump into his arms and have him drive me up against the glass the way I first imagined.
“We’ll get chicken,” I say, trying to coax him into it. I want to be playful. I’m not very good at it, but I darned well want to try.
“Fine,” he huffs. “Fine.”
“Because you know I won’t stop bugging you about it until you go with me?”
“Yes, that’s exactly it.”
I grab the bottle of manly body wash off the ledge that’s hollowed out in the tile. Then, I pop the cap and squirt a stream onto his chest. We both freeze. His lips part, and his left eye twitches. I grin, put the bottle back, and rub until suds appear all over his chest. I thought our fun in the shower was done, but I was wrong. This is fun. Touching him, cleaning him, learning his body, and memorizing him is fun.
“Holy balls,” he grinds out. He’s already hard again. His dick must be one of those super dicks from another dimension.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Holy balls.”
Chapter thirteen
Rick
Holy dick.
I think that might be my new favorite holy anything to use. It’s pretty good. Holy balls, amazeballs, cheeseballs, all the balls are pretty good too. Anyway, holy all the balls, I’m here at the grocery store. It might be against my will, but I’m here, and that says something. It doesn’t mean I’m going soft.
I chose to wait in the car while Aspen went in. She’s still in there getting some kind of chicken or other. Maybe she sensed she could ask me for anything after the amazing sex, but it wasn’t that. Truthfully, if she needed me to do something for her, I’d do it. I just don’t want her to know that. I don’t want to admit it to myself. I don’t like feeling this way. I don’t even know what it is I’m feeling, and not being able to name it rankles. I shouldn’t be feeling anything at all. Isn’t life so much easier when you do it sans emotions?
I people-watch in order to stop thinking about all of that.
However, I still know the exact second Aspen emerges from the store, looking like a golden angel, literally, since she has a flowy white dress on, and her hair is pulled back at the temples while the rest is down.
I pop the trunk, and she puts the paper bag in.
She’s quiet when she slips into the passenger seat.
“Did you get what you needed?” I ask.
The faint hint of a smile on her lips makes my dick replay the shower scene and the not-shower scene, and I’m in danger of having a trapped dick again. I don’t want to replay that. Rolling on the ground and feeling like I’d been gut-punched and scrotum-punched at the same time wasn’t fun at all.