Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Her breathing hitched. She could feel herself growing close. But for some reason she just couldn’t fall over the edge into bliss.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my hand. I want to hear you scream.”
That was enough for her. As soon as he said those words, she fell over the edge. Her scream of release was caught in her throat for a start and then it erupted out of her.
“That’s it, well done. You’re doing so well. You are so beautiful. All the time, but especially when you come.”
Damn. He really did know what to say to turn her into a pool of goo.
Then as she was still recovering from what had to be one of the best orgasms she’d ever had, he drew his hand up to his mouth and sucked on his fingers.
“Fucking delicious. I cannot wait to eat you out, Goldie. In fact, I might just do that now.”
“You . . . you can’t!” she said, trying to close her legs.
But he was having none of that. Instead, he pressed his hands to the inside of her thighs to keep her in place.
“Why not?”
“Because I have to clean up. I’m not . . . I have to shower and . . . you just . . . you already made me come. It’s my turn.”
“Your turn? I wasn’t aware that we were supposed to take turns.”
He wasn’t?
“Well, shouldn’t things stay even?” she asked.
“Things should be just how they are. There’s no worrying about keeping things even. Understand?”
“Um, yeah.”
Sort of. She wasn’t really used to someone who didn’t believe they should get back what they put out. If a partner went down on her, they had always expected her to do the same. That was the only reason they’d eaten her out in the first place.
“But why would you want to?” she asked, feeling confused.
He froze for a moment, then a look of anger filled his face which surprised her.
Why was he angry?
“I’m guessing that you’ve been with some real dickheads in the past. Some selfish lovers.”
“Umm,” she said. “I didn’t think I had, until . . .”
Until meeting him. Until having him touch her and play with her. And make her feel so beautiful and desired.
He cupped her face again. “You are so incredible. So beautiful. So delicious. I want to eat you out because I want to feel you fall apart again, because I want to hear those noises you make, and because you taste amazing.”
Then his mouth took hers again and she melted into him. She would have given him anything that he wanted in that moment.
Anything at all.
Which would be slightly scary if she let herself think about it. But she wasn’t in the mood to think. She just wanted to feel.
His hand was wrapped around the back of her neck again, squeezing tightly as he kissed her like he wanted to devour her. She’d never enjoyed kissing that much before. Not before him.
Lord.
How many firsts was he introducing her to tonight? She hadn’t thought it was possible for her to discover anything new about herself.
And then the sound of the door opening made them both freeze. They heard footsteps.
Oh my God!
Who was here?
“Fucking bastard!” Travis muttered as he quickly lifted her down off the island. She hastily buttoned her shirt as he bent to pick up her panties. There was no time for him to put them back on her, instead he stashed them down his pants where his dick was pressing against the material, firm and erect.
Oh wow.
She really, really wanted to get her mouth on his cock. To feel him push himself inside her and now her panties got to wrap themselves around his . . . no! Now was not the time to think about that.
Someone was here.
Travis moved rapidly away from her toward a cupboard. But she saw him reach under his pants to adjust himself and she swallowed heavily.
She’d done that to him.
Her. Weird, annoying Caren Stanford.
“Hey, Caren, what are you doing up?” Tyler walked into the kitchen.
Of course it was Tyler.
“Oh, um, I . . . I . . . needed a glass of water.” Her hands were shaking and she couldn’t think of what to say.
“Yeah? Want me to get it for you?” He walked into the kitchen, coming to a stop as his brother stepped out of what she assumed was a walk-in pantry. He held a small broom and pan. “You’re up too?” Tyler moved his gaze from her to Travis. “Interesting.”
“Nothing interesting about it,” Travis grumbled. “Caren got up to get a glass of water because she wanted some painkillers. I heard her, but when I walked in I gave her a fright and she broke the glass. Now, I’m cleaning it up.”
“I can really do that,” she said, stepping toward him with her hand held out to take the stuff from him.