Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“You never know what the weekend might hold,” she tells me with a smile.
“I know that I’m going to hold you.” I lean in for a kiss. “Do I need to plug this in?”
“No, it should be plenty warm.”
“Let’s eat, then we shower.”
“You saying I’m dirty?” She raises her eyebrows, her smile barely contained.
“I’m saying I’m dirty, but I don’t want to be away from you. Be prepared for me to be attached to you for the next forty-eight hours. Minimum.”
“Such a hardship. I guess I can deal.”
I tickle her side, and she giggles, stepping out of my reach. “Eat, hungry man.”
“I’m hungry, sweetheart, but it’s not for dinner.” I don’t give her time to protest. I plug the Crock-Pot back in, set it on warm, and lift her over my shoulder.
“Orrin!” she screeches. “What are you doing?” A playful swat lands on my ass.
I don’t answer her. Instead, I carry her into my bedroom and into the bathroom. I place her ass on the counter. While her face is red from being upside down, her smile is radiant, and her eyes are so full of love, and are pointed at me.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to need to be naked.”
“Is this the little bit faster?” She bats her lashes at me.
“Damn right. Strip.” I pull my shirt over my head and toss it on the floor. Jade slides off the counter and begins to undress, letting her clothes fall with mine. Why that’s sexy to me, I have no idea. It’s a pile of clothes. Sure, her black lacey bra is on top of the pile, but it’s more than that. It’s the simple fact that her things are combined with mine.
This is a glimpse of our future, and I’m here for it.
She’s never stayed over. I’ve asked her several times, but we’ve kept that line, but it’s blurry. No, fuck that. The line is gone. She’s mine. I’m hers, and this is happening. At least, I hope that it is.
“You want this?” I ask, reaching in to turn on the shower head.
“I want you.”
“You have me, Jade. But I need to hear you say it. I’m missing you, and this won’t be what I’d hoped for our first time. Maybe I should just shower quickly and meet you in the bedroom?”
“No. Stop. Orrin, I want you like this. I’ll always remember that our first time together was in a shower because you couldn’t bear to wait any longer. It’s sexy, the way you’re looking at me. The way that you want me. I don’t need the hearts and flowers. I don’t need easy. I just need you.”
I want to drop to my knees and beg her to give me her forever. Instead, I take her hand and step into the shower. I help her in after me and pull the door closed. My hand slides behind her neck, and I guide her lips to mine. Her palms land on my chest as she steps closer, which causes her bare breasts to press against my chest, and my hard cock to poke her in the stomach.
She reaches between us and strokes me.
“Hold that thought, sweetheart.” I step out of the shower and pull the drawer open in the bathroom. I dig around looking for a condom but can’t find one. I open the next drawer, and still nothing. “Shit,” I curse.
“What’s wrong?” Jade asks.
I look over to find the shower door still open and my girl with her head tilted back, letting the water wash over her while her eyes are on me. My cock weeps, my heart hammers in my chest, and my aggravation builds.
“Condom,” I choke out. “I meant to grab some this week and forgot, and I don’t have any. I… fuck.” I run my hands through my wet hair.
She smiles. “First of all, grab a towel. You’re dripping all over the floor. Second, I picked up a box. I wasn’t sure if you had any, and I know it’s been a tough week for you, and figured we would use them eventually.”
“I fucking love you.”
She shakes her head and smiles. “In my bag. I left it in the living room.”
I point at her. “Don’t move.”
“I’ll be right here,” she assures me.
Forgoing the towel, I make a mad dash to the living room, finding her bag. I grab it and haul ass back to my bedroom. “Jade!” I call out, rushing back into the bathroom. “Where are they?” I ask her.
“Right on top.”
I unzip the bag and find the box easily. Not wanting to set her bag on the wet floor, I take it back to my room and place it in the bottom of my closet, all while tearing open the box. I grab a small foil packet and toss the rest of the box on the bed.