Series: Webs We Weave Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 162520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
“The Peanut Butter Bandits?” I’d said with raised brows.
“Death metal.”
“You’re joking with me.”
“No, really.” She handed me her iPod Nano. “Keep it.” We were on my catamaran. In my bed. Lying under the silky ocean-blue sheets. I sat higher up against the headboard.
“For how long?”
“No time limit.”
I watched her slide out from under the covers. My eyes were drawn to every beautiful inch of Hailey—not just her slender legs, the slight curve of her hips, her small breasts and pink pebbled nipples, but in how she glanced back at me, pieces of her platinum hair hanging in her gray eyes. Her brown roots were growing in like tar spilling into white sand.
She was seeing if I was watching her.
She was…studying me. I smiled a little, my brows creased in more intrigue. Because I was trying to make sense of her, too. I’d been thinking how she wasn’t shy about being naked. Yet, she was strangely reserved. Cold. Not affectionate in any sense I knew. I’d never encountered a girl who asked me flat out, “Do you want to fuck?” while also in the same breath waited for me to make the first move.
That same night, I’d eaten her out so very slowly. Just to watch her reactions. Her thigh spasms. Her breath hitches. The soft, pitching moans as her lips parted. When she orgasmed, her eyes were so intensely fixed on mine—like she was trying to rip into my soul—that some would likely find it unsettling. I couldn’t stop staring at her. I wanted inside her brain to know exactly what she was thinking.
I’d been a second from asking, but then she’d panted, “Can you do that again? With your tongue. I really liked that.”
I smiled, bigger than I had in so long. Months? Years? Nothing about Hailey added up in my mind, and I liked it. I liked that she just didn’t make sense to me right away. I liked that I had to keep contemplating her. “This?” I’d dipped back between her thighs, licking her swollen clit. She’d tasted so sweet. I could’ve been down there for too many hours. Less when she began to wince like it’d been painfully sensitive. I’d begun to pull away.
“Keep going.”
“Hailey—”
“I like the feeling.” Her next earnest, nearly begging “please” won me over, and I’d sucked her while she cried into a full-body twitching orgasm. Quickly, I’d slipped two fingers inside her soaked pussy, feeling her contract around them, and she’d moaned into a whimper, “Don’t move.”
Hailey knew exactly what she liked and what she wanted.
I was so fucking turned on by her, I could barely think at all.
When she caught her breath, I lay beside her, wiping away leaked tears from the corners of her eyes. Surprised when she let me, more surprised when she nuzzled her body against my side, her cheek on my chest. I was about to wrap my arms around her, but she’d grabbed my wrist, then said, “Will you stay down there?”
She’d meant between her legs.
“My hand?”
She’d nodded. “I like the pressure.”
So I’d cupped her pussy, adding friction every now and then with my fingers, which soothed her to sleep. I found her enthralling, bizarre, maybe even troubled. I knew she was searching for answers about her parents at the time, and I’d been helping her any way I could.
I kept telling myself that also meant sleeping with her, but I knew I wanted to be inside Hailey. I wanted to see if I could get her off I think as badly as she wanted to see what made me hard. The answer has been her.
No book in any library has gripped me as much as she has, and it’s been fucking maddening.
On the catamaran, with the iPod Nano in my grip, I kept my eyes on Hailey as she gathered her cargo pants and mesh shirt off the floor. She wasn’t in a hurry, but she wasn’t making a point of delaying either.
“You can stay,” I said.
“That’s okay. That Valentine’s event is happening soon at VCC.” Victoria Country Club. “I need to be there for work.”
“For the Hunt? It’s not even five a.m.” I checked the bedside clock, then glanced back as she buttoned her pants. “Katherine isn’t expecting you to be there this early.”
Katherine Rhodes is her boss and the maître d’ of the club, overseeing guest relations and managing staff. She’s also been more of a mother to me than my own mother. But she’s extremely particular. Stringent. She takes pride in this town and the club, and anything she sees as a threat to the values she has upheld, she dislikes.
Hailey and Phoebe have been dislikes for her, but that’s diminished a fraction of a fraction throughout the past year. Mostly because she thinks I’ve been in love with Phoebe.
I’ve hated that I lied to her, but there was no better path. Katherine revered my mother, saw her as generous and kind. She was the nanny. My nanny. Once my siblings and I were grown, my mother gave Kathrine the esteemed country club job as a token of her generosity.