Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Defeats the purpose.
But her pleasure was my only purpose last night.
Glancing over to the empty spot where she should be, I drag my hands over my face. She probably thinks I have some kind of daddy-little girl thing because I basically tucked her in and put her to bed after oral.
“You did everything but read her a bedtime story.”
I’ve never felt that way. I just wanted to take care of her—for her to feel like she was my priority. Because she was.
My dick strains against my briefs, giving me an angry what about us poke.
“You’ll get yours when you get it,” I mutter, my hand drifting down and into my underwear. I could take the edge off now, but do I really want jizz all in Takira’s sheets when she comes back to bed?
Where is she?
A faint sound from the bathroom draws my attention. Is she okay? The door is ajar, so I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to make sure she’s not seasick or having any discomfort from the food last night.
“Kira?” I ask, pushing the door open a little wider and poking my head in.
“Seriously?!” she hollers from the toilet, her expression one of horror. “I’m peeing in here.”
I should back out…or I could have a little fun. I lean into the doorjamb and cross my arms across my chest. “I was so far up your pussy last night I tasted your heartbeat, but you’re self-conscious about me seeing you pee?”
“It’s not the…” She closes her eyes and draws in a deep breath. The scarf she tied over her braids last night is askew, and it’s the only scrap of material on her whole body. She collapses her long legs at the knees, I guess so I don’t see what I’ve already seen and tasted. She grips the sides of the toilet, and her breasts hang freely.
“One tit is bigger than the other,” she says, cocking one brow. “But I’m sure you know that by now with all the staring.”
“From what I remember last night, I love them equally.”
“You actually didn’t bother much with my breasts.”
“True. I was too preoccupied with your pussy.”
“You are really, really,” she says, closing her eyes briefly and biting her lip, “good at eating me out. I’ve only ever had oral that good with a woman. Men don’t usually take that kind of time, from my experience.”
I stiffen. I don’t like her comparing me to anyone else. No one would, right? I’m not weirdly possessive or territorial. Nah, not me.
“What?” she asks, brows drawn together. “You have a problem with the girl thing?”
“That you’re bisexual? No, as long as you’re only me-sexual now.”
“You mean for the next two weeks,” she clarifies with a small smile.
“If you say so,” I scoff because good luck walking away from this thing between us in two weeks. I cover the small distance from the door to the toilet.
“Naz, you cannot be in here while I’m on the toilet!”
“I promise if it was number two, I wouldn’t be.”
“Ewwww.” She turns her head to the side, closing her eyes. “This just gets worse.”
“I’ll make it better.” I bend to kiss her cheek and reach down to cup her breasts. She goes still and her breath hitches. I drag my thumbs over her nipples, loving how they bloom, harden under my touch. She has no idea how she affects me. On one hand, I want to keep it that way because no woman has ever had this much power over me, especially in so little time. On the other hand, I want her to know she could probably get anything she wants from me because I’d like to give it to her.
“Naz,” she pants, leaning into my touch, her breasts filling my palms. “This is crazy. I’m on the toilet.”
“You mentioned that.” I chuckle.
There’s a knock at the door, and I blow out a frustrated breath.
“I’ll get it.” I stride from the bathroom to the cabin door, cracking it open, poking my head out since I’m wearing only my briefs.
“Naz!” Lotus glances up at the number above the door. “I’m sorry. I could have sworn this was…”
Standing in the hall wearing tiny shorts and a crop top that shows off her baby bump, she gasps, her dark eyes widening and her mouth rounding into an O.
“This is Takira’s room. Did you guys make sex in there?”
“Nunya. Could you not make this weird, Lo? What do you want?”
“I’m happy for you.” She beams. “It’s obvious you like her a lot. Like a lot, a lot. You watched her all through dinner. I’ve never seen you like this with anyone else. It’s actually kind of presh.”
“Uh-huh.” I glance over my shoulder to make sure Takira’s still in the bathroom. “Maybe lower your voice when you talk about how whipped I already am?”