Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Move the towel between us.” She does as I ask without question. “Bite down on it.”
“What?”
“Trust me.”
She does as I ask, and that’s when I slide one long digit inside her. I repeat the process a few times before adding another while curling my fingers. I alternate pumping in and out of her to making a come-here motion with my fingers, and if her grip on my hair is any indication, she likes it all.
I need to get her there and fast. We’ve both already been gone far too long. Using my thumb to massage her clit, while my fingers are curled inside her, she shoots off like a rocket. Her arms and legs quiver as she comes down from the high of her release, and my cock is stone.
“Took you long enough,” she sasses.
I laugh and kiss her lightly on the lips. “I wish I had more time.”
“What would you do with me if you did?”
“I’d drown myself in this,” I say, lazily running my fingers through her wet pussy. “Then I’d lift you onto my cock, and let you milk me dry.”
“When can we do that?” she asks, smiling up at me with a happy, dopey smile.
“Not tonight while we’re in your brother’s hallway. You need to get back out there. Don’t forget you were going to get a drink. Maybe brush out your hair or something and tell them I’ve been in the bathroom.”
“You think they’re going to believe that?”
I shrug. “I’ll tell them I had the shits, that it must have been something I ate.”
“You’re awful,” she says, swatting at my chest.
I capture her hand and bring it to my lips, kissing her palm. “Go before I haul you into this bathroom and fuck you. Trust me. I won’t care who hears us when that happens.”
“Come home with me tonight?” she asks.
“We can hide your car in my garage. You should come to my place. Plus, there are no close neighbors like there are in your building that we can’t trust to snitch us or worse, blow our cover.”
She points at me. “Good thinking.” She looks between us where my hard cock is beneath the towel pressing into her belly. “What about you?”
“I’m going to take care of it.”
“Now?”
“I have to. I can’t go out there like this, and after what we just did, having you come all over my fingers? I need the release.”
“I can help.” She reaches for the towel, but I stop her.
“No. We’re going to get caught. Go on out. I’ll handle this and be out soon.”
“Tonight?” she asks.
“Tonight,” I agree, kissing her one more time before stepping back and letting her walk away from me. I watch her until I can no longer see her before slipping into the bathroom and turning the lock.
With a flick of my wrist, I’m able to remove the towel, letting it fall to the floor. I work at the strings on my swim trunks, tugging at the fabric, letting it pool at my ankles. My cock juts out, slapping my stomach. Gripping it in my hand, I squeeze hard.
It’s easy for me to pull up the memory of my cock in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. The way she swallowed every drop and licked her lips afterward. I pump faster, replaying every second of my night with her in my head. My balls tighten, and a familiar tingle races down my spine. It’s not the same as if she were here with me, but the pleasure is building.
My fist grows tighter. Each pass along my cock increases in speed, and then it hits me. Fire races through me as I spill into the sink. I sag against the counter, spent and not nearly satisfied.
Tonight.
I just have to get through the rest of the day. Dinner with my brothers and friends, and then when I go home, it’s with the knowledge that she’s coming too. I’m going to get to take my time with her, and that’s the only thing that motivates me to clean up and right myself before grabbing Blakely a bottle of water, and joining everyone back at the pool.
“You get lost, man?” Orrin calls out.
I rub at my stomach. “Must have been something I ate.” My brothers and everyone else start cracking up laughing. I ignore them and go the edge of the pool to hand Declan the bottle of water for Blakely. To keep up with the ruse, I choose a lounge chair on the other side of the pool. I take a seat and place my hand on my belly. My glasses are covering my eyes, and I tilt my head back as if I’m sleeping.
I’m not sleeping.
I’m watching Palmer. She’s back in the water with Ramsey and Jade as they play with Blakely. My niece is loving the attention of the three women, and my heart squeezes for her— at losing her momma before she got to know her. My mom and Ramsey were the only women in her life until Jade came along. I guess Palmer, too, by association. I know she’s hung out with Ramsey and Blake several times over the last couple of years.