Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
My head fell back, laughing. “Seriously?”
“What? It suits him, Hulk would be proud… but to answer your question, I’m with women often.”
“So you’re bi-sexual?”
“Hmmm…” She placed her finger on her lips, thinking. “I wouldn’t say bi-sexual, I would say tri-sexual. I’ll try anything once, and if I like, I’ll do it again.”
“So you like women?”
“I love women. Being with a woman is very different than being with a man. They’re soft and tender, and kiss different, too.” She rubbed her fingers over her lips. “I love to have a woman sit on my face and see her tits bounce up above me. To have her ride my tongue and mouth, and I have no choice in the matter because she’s taking what she wants. Her pleasure. It’s pretty fucking awesome,” she marveled at the thought and I readjusted my dick in my pants.
“You ever had a threesome?”
I cleared my throat. “Plenty.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Do you enjoy them?”
“Of course.”
“Ever share a woman with another man?”
I nodded.
“And?”
“Not my cup of tea. I don’t really like to share.”
“And two girls is different?”
“Much.”
“Why is that?”
“Women are naturally sexy and watching them go at it and suck my dick at the same time is… as you so gracefully just said… Pretty. Fucking. Awesome.”
“Huh, I’ll make sure to remember that,” she said with a wink.
We drove around for the next few hours, laughing our asses off about nothing in particular. When she reached over and grabbed my hand, placing it in her lap, I fell in love with her a little more. Brooke was subtle about her tactics, but when they happened it meant that much more to me.
She told me about her sisters and how they were all married and had kids; she had three nieces and two nephews that she adored. She spoiled them rotten and she knew it, saying her sisters always gave her shit about it. We talked about her growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth; she went to preschool in a limo, went on a trip around the world before she was five and didn’t remember a thing.
Her parents owned their own plane and she had traveled everywhere before she turned fourteen. They took fifty thousand dollar vacations like it was nothing and normal. We didn’t talk about her father and his affair, or how she became a VIP. But I knew I was right… Brooke wasn’t with VIP for the money or the glamour. It was different for her and I hadn’t quite put my finger on it yet…
I told her about my bar and how it fell into my lap. She listened to every word I said, taking in everything that I was sharing. We ate at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant and rented a hotel room that had the smallest shower known to man.
The sheets were rough and Brooke was scared that they had crabs, but I carried her over to the bed and made love to her anyway. After that she didn’t care. We made love into the wee hours of the morning and slept on top of the sheets, because once the orgasm frenzy was over, she was terrified that bugs were going to crawl up her lady bits and make a home.
Her words, not mine.
We used each other as blankets and woke up the next morning and made love again before we left. I had no nightmares; just solid sleep.
I never imagined in a million years that I could feel the way I did.
Nothing could have prepared me for what was ahead.
In more ways than one.
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We drove around aimlessly again and ended up somewhere in Naples.
“I’m hungry.”
“For someone who is so tiny, you sure do eat a lot.”
I slapped his arm.
“Fine. We will stop at the next place I see.”
“I want breakfast food, like chocolate pancakes with a lot of syrup and a buttercream doughnut.”
“Wow.”
“What?” I frowned.
“I mean a few weeks ago you were making me carry you into lakes to eat anything, but a salad. Now you’re asking for pancakes and doughnuts.”
“You make me be a bad girl.”
He smirked. “Pancakes and doughnuts coming right up.”
It was almost eleven thirty by the time we walked into an I-Hop. I could smell the calories. The hostess grabbed two menus and we followed her back to the corner booth.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw them. They were sitting side-by-side, her hands in his lap; looking lovingly and adoringly at each other.
Devon looked in the direction of my stare. “What? What’s going on?”
He heard his voice and looked up.
“Brooke,” he spoke.
“Dad,” I answered.
CHAPTER THIRTY
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Devon looked back and forth between us...the realization finally hit him. He figured out that the woman sitting beside my father wasn’t my mother.
“Let’s go.” He grabbed my hand, but I couldn’t move. My dad stood and walked toward me and that’s when I stepped back.