Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
“Bye!” She ends the call with a giggle.
I laugh and set the phone aside. “Just Perrie.”
He sends me an indulgent grin, then reaches onto the counter for a cold water bottle and hands it to me. “Feeling all right, love?”
I stretch like a happy cat, then gulp some of the cool liquid down. “Great.”
Oliver watches, eyes darkening with hunger when I start to rise. He helps me to my feet.
Immediately, seed runs down my thighs. I look around helplessly for a tissue or towel, but he shakes his head, then shoves a pair of panties on me. It only takes a few seconds before I realize that his sperm is oozing onto the fabric covering my pussy, keeping it damp and absorbing his scent.
“Get used to this.” He rubs a pair of fingers over my cunt, working the wet cotton between my labia, onto my clit. “Now I’ll be with you for the rest of the day.”
My flesh leaps to life. I love that idea.
I wind my arms around him. “Oliver…”
“Let’s get you moved into the master bedroom now. I’ve already brought my suitcases in.”
“Later.” I rub against him and whisper a soft little “Fuck me again” in his ear.
He smiles, and it looks suspiciously like gloating. “I’m trying to be thoughtful and let your body recover. You’re tempting me like a naughty girl.”
“I’d rather have you naked than thoughtful.” I bat my lashes.
Oliver laughs. “God, you were made for me.”
“Is that a yes?”
He sends me a stare full of mock censure. “Behave. I’m trying to tell you something important.”
My smile freezes. Please tell me he hasn’t changed his mind… “What?”
“I’ve called my parents and let them know I’m not returning to London after all. They’re disappointed but they know how I feel about you. They’ve known for quite some time.”
“Are you sorry you’re not going home?”
“Are you mad? Home is here with you. I was dreading leaving you, Kayla. I’ve been in love with you for so long that I wasn’t sure how I was going to live without you.” He sighs in regret. “I wish now that I’d confessed ages ago. I worried Shane wouldn’t approve. I worried I’d be too demanding and rough. I worried you’d resent me someday.”
“Impossible. I’ll only love you more.”
He pulls at the back of his neck nervously. “I hope you still think that when I tell you I made Justin go away for good.”
“You did?” I jump into his arms. “He’s been a thorn in my side since one of my sorority sisters introduced him to me. If I never talk to him again, that would be great.”
My acceptance makes him smile. “Done. Did you have any idea when you woke up this morning how this day would unfold?”
“None.” I smile, even as he pulls at my sore nipples again. “I’m just bummed that I have to go back to school on Monday. Are you going back to work then?”
“I rang my boss while you napped. He’s glad I’ve decided to stay. Apparently, he wasn’t looking forward to replacing me…”
That doesn’t surprise me. “You’re smart. And a hard worker.”
“Maybe you can skip a day or two of class? I can finagle a few days away from my desk. What do you say?”
I love the idea and wriggle against him. When he gets hard once more, I giggle.
He moans. “Are you trying to lead me around by my cock or kill me with sex?”
“Both,” I venture.
“We’ll see who’s laughing in an hour,” he warns with a sensual growl.
I giggle again.
“You think that’s funny?”
“No. I’m just happy. I never expected you to make my dreams come true. I love you.”
He strokes my pussy again and groans when he finds it even wetter than before. He tears off my panties, tosses me on my back, then sinks his entire length into me in one savage stroke. “We’ll move your things into the bedroom later. Right now, I want to show you how much I love you, too.”
Epilogue
Seven weeks later
Graduation day dawns like all the others recently. I wake to the feel of Oliver sucking my nipples and toying with my pussy. He wants inside me—again. Our bed smells like sex since he awakened me twice during the night. I’m deliciously sore all over, but my pussy still cramps with sharp need whenever he touches me. I spread my legs for him.
I’m surprised when he doesn’t sink between them right away.
Eyeing him, half-dressed and rumpled and still so, so sexy to me, I lift onto my elbows. “Oliver?”
“Yes, I’m going to fuck you, love. But I’ve got two presents for you first.” He prods me out of bed naked—I’m never allowed to wear anything to sleep except the wedding ring he slipped on my finger two weekends ago in Vegas—then hustles me to the garage. Inside sits a sleek new white convertible sedan with a big red bow. After I squeal and throw my arms around his neck, I slide in and rub my bare ass on the gorgeous leather seats.