Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 84952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“What are you thinking about?” she whispers sleepily.
It’s like she can read my mind.
“That shower sex is the best sex with you. Not that I don’t love it all,” I tell her. “But I really loved it in there.”
She grins. “I liked the rooftop sex.”
“Did you now?”
“Yeah. There’s something about the first time that’s special.”
I open my mouth to tell her that I can see her point when I realize—she might have first times with other men at some point. If I leave and this doesn’t work out, then she definitely will.
I want to climb out of my skin at the thought. The sensation of needing to move sweeps over me again but, this time, I oblige it.
Rolling her over onto her back—ignoring her protest—I position myself so that I’m hovering over her.
She looks up at me like I’m some kind of saint.
Sweet, confused girl.
I smile. “How about we try out after-shower sex and see where it ranks?”
Her knees fall to the side as she raises her hips. “Good idea.”
I start to move towards her but stop.
“I don’t have a condom,” I say. “Shit.”
She nibbles her bottom lip. “I’m on the pill. Actually, I have the shot and it’s good for a very long time.”
“I’m clean. I have physicals constantly, and I always use protection.” I swallow hard. “Like, always. This kind of freaks me out.”
“Then don’t do it.”
I look into her eyes and feel something stir inside me. It’s not a need to get off or to prove my prowess.
I just want to be close to her.
“You okay with it?” I ask her.
She grins shyly. “Yes.”
Instead of sinking into her, I kiss her. It takes her by surprise. Hell, it does me too.
She grips the sides of my face and kisses me gently. Her lips work on mine, telling them a story that I can’t quite make out.
I slip my cock between her legs and press into her soft body. She moans into my mouth.
Her hands slip down my chest, around my sides, and to my back. Her hips rock as she pushes on me to go harder.
I’m all for going hard. I love it hard with her. I can’t get enough of feeling Larissa want me like that.
But there’s something about this moment that makes me want something different.
Something probably insane.
Something I’ve never wanted before.
“Hey,” I say, breaking our kiss.
She looks up at me.
“Can we take this one slow?” I ask her, a little unsure what I mean.
Her features soften, and her smile stretches across her face. “Yeah.”
She locks her legs around my ass and pulls my face to hers again.
We kiss more than we fuck. We touch more than we come. We laugh and tickle and take our time.
I’m not sure what to call this, but it isn’t fucking. It isn’t sex. But it is the best.
Because it’s with her.
Twenty
Hollis
“Who is going to be here again?” I ask.
Larissa looks at me from the passenger’s seat. She has the mirror pulled down from the visor and a tube of lipstick in her hand.
“Everyone,” she answers.
I hold a hand out and look at her like she’s crazy. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means,” she says, running the tube around her lips, “that everyone I know will be here. Okay. Maybe not everyone.” She smacks her lips together and folds the mirror back up. “But most of them.”
I lean back in my seat and try to rationalize how many people that might be. It might be a few hundred if everyone brings someone and you count the stragglers sneaking in for free beer on campus.
“Give me a quick rundown,” I tell her.
She shoves her lipstick in her purse and settles back in her seat. “Okay. Well, Aunt Siggy and Uncle Rodney. My dad. Siggy and Rodney’s kids—Holt, Oliver, Wade, Coy, and Boone.”
“Holy shit, that’s a lot of kids.”
“It’s just five.”
I balk. “That’s a lot of kids, Riss.”
She smiles at me. “How many kids do you want?”
“Zero.”
“Hollis!”
“What?” I ask, leaning away from her. “They seem like a pain in the ass.”
Kids have never been on my radar. I stay fully-wrapped up during sex and have walked out of situations that seem sketchy. A sketchy chick cannot be hot enough to risk getting pregnant.
I do not want kids.
But I can see Larissa as a mother and that fucks with me a little bit on a level I don’t want to indulge at the moment.
“Well, I want like six,” she says, staring ahead.
She says it very matter-of-factly, but a hint of something in her voice has me reaching across the console and grabbing her thigh. I squeeze gently, applying just enough pressure that has her smacking my hand.
She doesn’t push it away. But she doesn’t look at me either.
“Tell me about your cousins,” I say to keep her interacting with me. “Do I need to watch out for any of them?”