Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Settling back down and laughing lightly, she says, “You’re right. We sure were. I can’t believe you popped my cherry.”
“Popped, tasted, devoured.”
“Okay, enough of that. Let’s just go with Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year.” We kiss before she gets out of bed and hands me my glass of champagne.
“Cheers.”
“Cheers.” We sip and then I kiss her again just because I can.
She slips out of bed and goes to the bathroom. Watching her pad across my floor I can’t help but hope to have this view more often. And I really fucking hope that my dad is right about what you are doing at midnight is what you’ll be doing all year long because I could really get onboard with being inside V all year.
We swap turns and when I return to bed, I lay my head next to hers. My arm is holding her by the waist while my body relaxes, ready for sleep. Vanilla and sex lingers in the air, a smile lingering on her face. I give her a kiss and close my eyes. I’m not sure what comes over me, but I move even closer, molding myself around her.
Drawing figure eights on my arm, she already knows me, can feel that something’s weighing on my mind. Her voice is soft like her touch. “Are you okay, Hardy?”
My head and heart are fuzzy. “I’m feeling a little drunk.”
“I didn’t think you drank much tonight.”
“I didn’t.”
“Then how are you drunk?”
Opening my eyes, I whisper, “Since I met you I’ve been drunk on love.”
She kisses my nose. Her tone is reassuring, her lips soft against my skin. “That’s the best kind of drunk.”
“I’m going to have one helluva hangover.” I smile. “It might last years.”
“I’m good with years.”
Rolling on top of her, Big Richard is wide-awake again and ready for more. I can’t deny his drive. He has the stamina of a stud. I try to calm him down but it’s Virginia he’s reacting to, so that’s near impossible. When I look at her though, she has this amazing way of making the past not matter, the present really fucking sexy, and the future brighter. Happiness isn’t on the horizon, I’ve found it and I intend to hold onto it. “How do you feel about a lifetime?”
The right side of her lips curls up. “Ask me tomorrow when you’re sober.”
“I will, and every day after.”
“Be careful what you say next, Hardy, or you’re gonna find yourself engaged and living in Connecticut.”I chuckle. “What about a fourth floor penthouse with a private elevator and rooftop deck?”“You have a rooftop deck?” Her excitement bubbles up.
“I do.”
“Can we go up?”
“And here I was hoping we’d go down.”
“You are so horny.”
“Beats being an asshole.”
“Good point, Mr. Richard.”
“Speaking of sex—”
“We weren’t talking about sex at all.”
“You’re right. Let’s not talk about it. Let’s do it instead.”
A moan escapes her lips when my hand slips between her legs. While I fuck her with my fingers, I kiss her tits. Now this is bliss. This is happiness.
In the wee hours of the first day of the year, I’m lying in bed with V tucked in next to me. I used to think cocktails with a side of cock tales were the key to happiness, and that people only needed a good time and a great fuck to get by.
A virgin named Virginia changed my mind, my heart, my body, and my soul. Yup, she owns all of me. And I’m pretty sure I own all of the good parts that make her whole. Go me! With my free arm raised in the air, I do a silent cheer, careful not to wake her.
But like I’ve been known to do, let’s give credit where credit is due, serendipity may have played a part in the Virginia and Hardy love story, but it was us who rewrote our ending. Together, we’re living that happily ever after one great fuc—eh, you get the picture.
The End.