Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I slide out of his embrace but grab two of his fingers and pull him along with me so he can get a coffee too. I’m not a monster.
“This is not something to laugh at. You could have died,” I mutter, leading the way downstairs. I glare at his pajamas, reminding myself Dalton only has a single set of good clothes now. Perhaps we could go shopping later, so he has enough of everything? “I jog every morning.”
Dalton’s smile widens. “Sweet! I love jogging. You wouldn’t think with my physique and all, but I like to do it all.”
My gaze stalls on his chest as I salivate, remembering how it felt to the touch. “Yoga?”
His eyebrows rise. “Err… I’d try it. Good to be bendy, right?” As soon as we’re back in the ruins of my kitchen, complete with tar on the wall, melted utensils, and muddy tracks left by the first responders, he wraps his arm around my waist. It’s impossible to push him away because despite his goofy behavior, he’s so addictive. His pheromones do something to my brain. Maybe he imprinted on me that first time I let him fuck me, and now there’s no way back? Maybe I’m addicted and won’t know peace if he doesn’t rail me every single day?
I push away thoughts of him doing me on the kitchen counter while the coffee brews, and switch on the cold water before spraying my face with it. I can’t be thinking about fucking all the time. I have work to do and a real life to lead, so I focus on the minute things and show my new roommate how to use my expensive, coffee-shop grade espresso machine. It hurts to see him burn quality grinds, but one needs practice to learn how to do it correctly at some point, so I don’t voice my frustration.
When he eventually has a half-decent cup of coffee, I say my goodbyes, only to be stopped by a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey. Corvus. I meant it. I want to come too,” he complains and makes those hurt puppy eyes at me. “If I wanted to run away, I would have done it at the hospital. I need to move. I can’t just sit here and watch Netflix. Oh, you could also play the violin for me.”
I squint at him, because I don’t appreciate him mocking one of my passions. He’s not into classical music, nor would he be able to appreciate my artistry, so why make such a request other than as a joke?
“No. And you better not touch my instrument.”
Dalton sighs deeply, as if I’ve deprived him of the concert of his dreams. “I definitely won’t if I go jogging…”
I groan, caught between being deprived of my hour of solitude and the handsome stud, who for some reason really, really wants to go with me.
I finish my coffee in two big gulps and glare at him, all stern. “Are you sure you can keep up with me?”
I like that he hesitates. He might be the one bending me over, but I need to keep him on his toes.
“Yeah. Sure,” he says and gulps down more coffee. “I’ll just take a quick shower. Back in five minutes!”
I grab him before he can disappear. “Wait, I… I’ve got something for you.”
His green eyes soften and he strokes my hand with his thumb, making my hairs bristle on my arms. “You do?”
I’m frozen, mouth dry in anticipation of... what? What exactly could I be anticipating? I bought this man’s freedom because I need an outlet for sex, nothing more.
So I pull my hand away and approach the coat I’ve hung across the railing last night. Inside is the simple old person phone without internet access. “So you can contact me when it’s needed,” I say matter-of-factly, trying to ignore the way his eyes widen.
He grabs the phone off me with a big smile and starts fiddling with it. “Aww, you trust me.”
Tension pulls my muscles even tighter than usual. “Don’t betray that trust, or there will be hell to pay.” I have my doubts about this, but after yesterday, I’d be more anxious about him having no way to call for help if needed.
“Never.”
Dalton pulls me in for a hug and kisses my lips. It’s just a quick peck, so I’m embarrassed when I automatically follow him when he pulls away. The split second image of his fingers in my mouth as he pushes his cock between my legs with the background noise of skin slapping against skin burns my brain. He distracts me by showing off his only contact on the list. He’s already changed Corvus to future husband.
“Har-har,” I mumble, shaking my head. “Get on with that shower, or we’ll never leave.”
Literally, because being alone with him, with all this energy coursing through me means I might start thinking about his body too much and get horny. It’s not like there’s anything stopping us from going at it like wild beasts all day long.