Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Sage!”
“What?” she said, incredulously. “Have you seen that man ride a horse? The power in his legs? He’ll fuck you all night and not even lose his breath,” she said, and I got off the bed.
Vanilla . . . I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, Hallie, but never that . . . Jasper’s hot confession was on a loop in my head. What did that mean? What was he into? And how did I give it a try?
Feeling like I would combust, I pulled on Sage’s arm and yanked her off the cloudlike mattress. “Get back to your room,” I ordered. “We’re going to see the horses in an hour, and I want to get cleaned up first.”
Sage held up her hands. “All I’m saying is that you could go next door and get dirty with our boss instead.” I slapped her ass, and Sage cackled as I pushed her out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind her. But I leaned against the door when she’d left and tried to calm myself down.
Jasper was in the suite next door. I would never sleep on this entire leg of the tour, knowing that we shared a wall. I played back our moment on the plane. I wanted him to lean down and kiss me, then drag me back to the bedroom and fuck me against the wall.
Was that too much to ask?
I beelined for the bathroom and turned on the shower. The fact was, all this tension with Jasper had me so turned on that my head was spinning. The competition in a couple of days was high stakes and high pressure. Usually, my hand did the trick to relieve me of that tension, but since Jasper, that was as satisfying as eating an overcooked steak when you’d asked for it rare.
I opened the window in the bathroom a few inches and welcomed the breeze. It was humid and warm, and the fresh air filled my lungs, helping me breathe. But the pulsing between my legs was getting worse.
Leaving the window ajar, I climbed into the shower and let the water fall over my head when I noticed a second handheld shower on the side. Taking it from the holder, I turned it on, twisting the nozzle until the water setting was on “Jet.” Nipples hard, I lifted my leg to the ledge of the shower and let the spray flow against my clit. I groaned as my legs instantly started to shake, and like every time I touched myself, I pictured Jasper there with me. This time, he was walking into the shower behind me.
I closed my eyes, and as if it was real, felt Jasper’s hands running over my ribs until they cupped my breasts. I moaned as his rough palms caused shivers to travel straight from my nipples to my clit. “Jasper,” I moaned, as one of his hands slipped down my stomach, dropping farther until he cupped my pussy and pushed a finger inside me. I moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the shower stall, and my hand slapped against the slick tile wall.
“Fuck,” I hissed as my hands began to shake. “More,” I said, only for Jasper to bend me forward, pushing on my back. Then in one swift move, he slammed inside of me. I screamed as he filled me completely. He gave me no time for reprieve; instead, he used his muscled, strong legs to take me apart.
Jasper pounded into me so quickly that he had to keep me standing by wrapping one hand in my braid, holding me up with the other around my stomach.
“Fucking take it, Hallie,” he rasped into my ear, and I felt pressure building at the bottom of my spine. My face flushed and goose bumps ran over every part of my body as Jasper and his unrelenting movements broke me into pieces. Screaming, I came so hard that my legs collapsed from under me, and I dropped to the shower floor. My hand steadied my fall as my orgasm continued to play out.
I came back to the present in drips and drabs. Blinking into the water cascading from above, I dropped the handheld shower and sat down. Breathless, I stayed there for several minutes, just catching my breath.
“Fuck,” I said, placing my hand over my pounding chest. That was intense. Closing my eyes, I still felt the fantasy of Jasper around me, inside of me. I laughed to myself. If that’s what my imagination could conjure up, what the hell would the reality be like?
“I wouldn’t recover,” I said aloud into the steamy bathroom. “I wouldn’t fucking recover.” I had to get up and get ready, but in the aftermath of daydream-Jasper screwing me into oblivion, I grabbed for the handheld shower again and got back to my feet.