Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Only it’d be Colt’s thick fingers, slamming two and then three inside me, the palm of his hand grinding into my clit. I’d bet he wouldn’t be able to get me naked before he has his way with me, the loose shorts helping guide his way, and I’d be grappling with the button and zipper of his pants, trying to touch him. I wouldn’t stop until I felt the soft-to-the-touch skin, the polar opposite of his hard cock.
“Oh god,” I murmur when I use my fingers, done teasing myself. I work them in and out, abandoning my breast to use both hands. The second I’m on my clit, lightly swirling the digits at first before adding pressure, causing me to see stars explode behind my closed eyelids. I bite into my lower lip to keep from screaming out Colt’s name and don’t stop my ministrations until every last bit of my orgasm has drained all of the energy out of me. The drive, the stress from my car, the meeting of the man who doesn’t know he just got me off, made me come so hard and fast, has me more than exhausted. There’s only one problem: my core continues to pulse around my fingers, and I already know this won’t be a one-and-done type of night.
7
Colt
“Daddy, whose car is that?” Nellie greets me the next morning, brighter and earlier than I thought would happen. It meant rolling out of bed, ignoring my hard cock, hopping in the shower, and trying not to think about Sable or the need to wrap my fist around my dick. I’d done that enough during my shower last night. I went to bed, and swear to fuck, the damn thing attempted to flex as if it could go again. I’d finally fallen asleep after tossing and turning, only to have my phone ring at nearly eight o’clock in the morning with a call from none other than Nellie.
After a few minutes of me trying to decipher what she was talking about, my dad took the phone from her and explained that she’d been sugared up and was ready to go home. Then Kara got on the phone and said she’d be dropping her off since she had to do a final walk-through on her new apartment. That threw me for another loop. I’d only heard about her moving out yesterday, and now it seems like my baby sister is really getting the ball rolling.
“Sable’s. I’m going to pull it in the garage in just a few minutes,” I tell my daughter. When we left for my parents’ house, there weren’t any cars in the parking lot, and Nellie is nothing if not observant.
“Sable. First-name basis on what I’m assuming is a new customer. Interesting, big brother, very interesting,” Kara says under her breath while handing me Nellie’s bags. She may not have brought anything but a small backpack, but she’s returning with three reusable bags you’d get from a discount home and clothing store. Which means they’re triple the size of a grocery bag, and they’re also fully loaded.
“That’s how she introduced herself.” I shrug my shoulders and take the heavy bags from my sister, laden with the presents she received from everyone. The sad part is, I know for a fact my mom had her keep some at her house, too. Being the first child, first grandchild, and first niece comes with its perks. One of the many being for birthdays and Christmases, we tend to go a little overboard.
“Sure, we’ll go with that.” Kara sends me a look of disbelief. I’ll just let her keep thinking whatever she wants. “Where is she staying, and what time did she drop her car off?”
I’m not falling for her shit. This is how it starts, then it turns into twenty-one questions, where she grills me relentlessly. There’s only one way to shut her up, and that’s to give her a taste of her own medicine.
“When are you moving in?” I should have asked the question yesterday, including offering to help her move in, but apparently, it was my day to be a dick to everyone, Sable included. What I really should have done is kept my head down and my mouth shut. Lesson fucking learned.
“Hopefully next weekend. I still need to order furniture, buy the essentials that Mom didn’t put away for me when she’d pick things up here and there. Plus, I have to get the utilities transferred into my name. So, it probably depends on that. Are you up for helping me move in, or are you going to ice me out?” Fuck, I must have really been in a mood to have Kara put me in my place.
“Nah, you name the date and how much manpower you need, and I’ll supply the rest. No food or beer necessary, either.” Successfully changing the subject is worth being a pack mule for a few hours. Plus, it’s not like she can have that much stuff if she’s ordering the majority of her furnishings.