Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Yes. Oh, yes,” she moaned through her orgasm, a soft smile on her lips.
I savored every second of it. That had been my mouth on her sweet pussy. She’d closed her eyes, and it had been me.
Was this why she called her vibrator Oz Jr.? Had it always been me? How long had it been me?
Her hands went to the tops of her thighs as her feet slid off the sofa and to the floor. A small laugh came from her, and she then let out a growl of frustration.
“You are crazy. You need to seek help!”
My breathing was slowing, but my heart still thudded against my chest.
“Who are you talking to?” I asked, amused, while she sat up, then covered her face with her hands.
“UGH! You have to stop getting off to that man. It is not mentally sane.”
I chuckled. “Come on, darlin’. It’s not a bad thing. Think of it as saving lives. Because if another man’s name comes out of your mouth while that sweet pussy comes, he’ll have to die.”
Twenty-Three
Winslet
I arrived at school on time, but barely. There had been no wine consumption, like on Saturday night, but I’d noticed two things that caught my attention. It had caused me to stop and think. When had I done that? Which, in return, got me behind and off my morning routine.
The entire ride to school, it was still bothering me. They weren’t bad things, and it was probably something as simple as me being tired last night and working on autopilot with my thoughts elsewhere. I mean, I tried to always hang up my towel after my bath so I could use it twice, but last night, I couldn’t remember doing it.
I’d walked into the bedroom, looking for my phone, with it wrapped around me. My phone wasn’t in there, so I went to the kitchen. It had been left on the counter. The glass of water I’d made to put beside my bed was there too. I decided to come back and get it after I was dressed and turn on the dishwasher too.
I went back to the bedroom, took off my towel, put on pajamas, and got distracted with my phone. Marley had texted me about going to see Perry. I knew if I didn’t go, she would be too nervous. I also did want to see my brother. As angry with him as I had been when I realized what he’d done, he was still my brother. I loved him.
I thought I had gone and gotten in bed then and responded that we could go on Saturday. She was chatty after that. I went back and forth with her, trying to be engaged, but I was tired. I did not remember getting up again.
But this morning, when my eyes opened, there had been my glass of water on my nightstand. Taking entirely too long staring at it, confused as to when I’d brought it in there, I’d decided it must have been in the middle of the night.
Once I got to the bathroom and began doing my morning rituals, I’d turned to dry my face and found my towel on the rack. At first, I didn’t think anything about it, but while I was in the middle of using it to pat my cheeks dry, it dawned on me that I’d taken my towel off in the bedroom last night. That had sent me down the rabbit hole of a slight panic as I went through the apartment, examining anything and everything for something out of place.
Was I walking in my sleep? That was the only explanation I’d managed to come up with by the time I walked into my classroom.
When the kids arrived, it all got pushed aside as I focused on my daily lesson plan. There was no break in my morning this year. I had the students until lunch at twelve fifteen. After, they went to PE, then on to music. Leaving me free to get things copied for later in the week, laminate anything that might need it, get another cup of coffee from the teachers’ break room, and do some straightening on my desk.
I was stepping into the hallway, closing my door behind me, on my way to the teacher workroom to print out the worksheets for the rest of the week when Toby opened the entrance from the parking lot and walked inside. I realized I hadn’t seen him but a couple of times in passing at a distance this week. Normally, he went out of his way to be in my path—or at least it felt like it. Since he hadn’t been texting me anymore, it did feel somewhat awkward, but I was relieved he’d taken the hint.
Smiling at him, but not wanting to appear too friendly and give him the wrong idea, I waited until he drew closer. “Good afternoon,” I greeted.