Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Pouting, I moved it slower, letting my desire coat the surface.
“Faster. Go faster,” he begged.
I did as he asked and watched his own hand mimicking the speed of the vibrator.
“What…what are you…thinking about?” I asked between gasps and moans of my own.
“I’m wishing that was my cock thrusting in and out of you.”
I closed my eyes, and I let the image play out in my mind. Brax over my body, inside my body. His mouth on my neck, my lips, my breasts.
Lifting my free hand, I played with my nipple, pretending it was his teeth biting it.
“Harlee.”
Snapping my eyes open, our gazes met across the small distance.
“Faster. Fuck yourself faster,” he demanded.
I moaned as I obeyed, my body trembling with the orgasm that was quickly building. “Brax. Brax, I’m so close!”
“That’s it, princess. Deeper. Faster. Oh, fucking hell! Oh God, I’m going to come, Harlee.”
I sat up some, watching as he jacked-off faster. Sweat beaded on his temple, and when I saw his face, I knew he was about to come. My eyes drifted down, and the moment I saw his cum, heard him cry out my name, I exploded.
His name repeated on my lips as one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had rippled through my entire body.
I dropped my head back, my body trembling while wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
When it stopped, I pulled the vibrator out. I wasn’t even sure how in the hell I managed to turn it off. With shaking hands, I dropped it down next to me. I was panting like I’d run a freaking marathon. And on the couch, I could hear Brax attempting to get his own breathing under control.
“Fuck,” he softly said. “That had to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I tried to find the words to say I agreed, but all I could do was nod. When I finally managed to look at him, I thought I might be a bit embarrassed. I was pleased to find out I wasn’t in the least. Not when I saw the way he looked at me.
He still wanted me. He wanted more than what I’d just given him, and that caused me to smile, because in a way, I had won something. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I’d won.
Sitting up, I let out a long, slow breath. “I’m going to go shower.”
He frowned ever so slightly. Not going to lie, I was hoping he would ask to join me, but true to his word, he stayed put.
“I’ll, um, add more wood to the fire.”
I forced a smile. What had I been expecting? Him to fall to his knees and beg? Tell me he loved me and wanted to be with me now and forever?
As I made my way into the bathroom, I turned and looked back before I shut the door. Brax sat there, staring at the fire with an expression I wasn’t able to read.
That was the problem with fire. When you played with it, you were always on the losing end.
Brax
The next three days flew by. Harlee acted as if the first night never happened. I tried to talk about it, but after the third time she changed the subject, I dropped it. We flirted, fought, teased, and even got a little tipsy one night. But nothing sexual happened again. It was as if we were both afraid that the next time we wouldn’t be able to stop. I knew for a fact I wouldn’t be able to stop. There was no fucking way. I wanted her more than ever.
I wanted there to be a next time, but the way she so easily brushed off how explosive we were together told me she wasn’t interested in more. Not with me. I’d had my chance all those years ago, and now all I could get was a fucking sample. I wanted all of her, damn it.
As we drove down Main Street in Seaside after returning from the trip, Harlee asked, “Are you hungry? We never did eat breakfast, and it’s almost two.”
“I could grab something to eat before I drop you off. The grill?”
“Sure.”
I parked a half a block down from my parents’ restaurant. I walked around my truck and opened the door, helping Harlee out. It didn’t take long before I noticed a few people staring. Some whispered. Some smiled. Some openly gaped at us in shock.
“Why is everyone looking at us?” Harlee asked.
Placing my hand on her lower back to move her along faster, I replied, “I have no idea.”
Once we entered the grill, we got our answer.
Palmer was the first one to walk up to us. “You haven’t seen it yet, have you?” she asked, a look of worry written all over her face.
“Seen what?” Harlee and I both asked at the same time.