Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
"Touch it for me. Make yourself come."
""Fuck, Allie."
"Do it, Russell."
I grab my cock again and begin to jerk it. My hips rise and fall, pushing my dick through the tunnel of my fist, and then I'm lost. I masturbate like I do when I'm alone. No care that Allie's watching or what she's thinking. No shame about my need for release. Allie's eyes, her body, her presence is so intense. Her hand that drifts down the ladder of my abs is the best kind of tease. Her words are too much. My balls tighten, and my thighs burn, and my dick is so hard it aches for release.
"I'm going to come," I groan. "I'm going to come."
"Let it go. Let it all go."
"Allie." I gasp her name like the last word of a dying man. "Baby."
"That's it."
"Beautiful girl. Fuck...I'm coming." And I am. I am, and it’s the biggest release of my life. My body spasms like it’s pulsing with an electric charge. Knowing she's watching just makes everything more intense.
Afterwards, I can't even look at her, but somehow, Allie knows to get the damp washcloth from the bathroom and wipe down my abs and chest.
"Are you okay?" she asks.
I can’t tell her that I feel like she opened my chest and took out my heart. I don't tell her that waiting for Oliver to take his turn with her is like a knife to my soul. "You should sleep now." I pull her against me, tuck her face into my chest and pray that she'll sleep, because I don't have it in me to answer any more questions or face up to any more truths.
I don’t have it in me to deny her if she asks for more.
The night is for dreaming, so that's what we’ll do.
32
ALLIE
When I wake, Russell isn't in my bed, and I hate the emptiness he's left behind. He came to me when I needed him, and he gave me everything he could without betraying the other men in the house. Russell is honorable and good. He's the kind of foundation to build a life on, but I can tell he doesn't believe that about himself.
I'm sticky, so I take a quick shower and throw on a purple two-piece with gold chain detail, and a pair of gold heeled sandals. In the mirror I look like a girl playing at being a rich woman who summers in Monaco, but I don't change or cover up. The outfit feels like a costume, which feels right because I'm playing at being a different person after all.
Only three days left and then this experience is all over.
Only three days left to complete my article and prove to Kirsty and Grace that I can manage my job well without their help.
Only three days left with these men, and then I have to walk away.
I take my computer, phone and notepad, and head down to grab some coffee and find a quiet spot to write. I find a small wooden table flanked by two matching chairs under a pergola by the gate to the beach. The fence is cut away next to it and covered with an area of latticed wood to allow the view of the water to be appreciated. It's the perfect spot to think, the perfect spot to grasp the size of the world and put everything else into perspective. I set up my computer and stare out at the ocean, inhaling a deep breath to try to center my thoughts.
But everything I talked about with Russell last night is still there.
I must have been half asleep when I admitted that I'd choose to stay here if it was an option. I hadn't even admitted that part to myself. I must have been half-crazed from the dream or drunk on the scent of his skin. That's the only thing that could explain such stupidity and naivety. Of course, that isn't an option. Russell must have run off after we fooled around together because he realized I sounded crazy. I'm chewing the end of my pen, trying to figure out how to continue with the article I've already started drafting when my phone rings and Kirsty's name pops up on the screen. I'm so nervous, I drop it and nearly knock over the mug of coffee I've made.
"Oh, hi. Hi."
"Hi, Allie." She sounds a bit surprised by my response. "Is everything okay?"
"Yes. Sorry. I was just thinking, and you scared the shit out of me."
"Thinking? Or writing?"
"Thinking and writing."
She laughs, but it sounds strained. "Did something happen yesterday with Grace?"
Oh shit. I grab the edge of the table, needing to ground myself. "No. Why?"
"Well, I expected her to hang out with you all day after traveling so far. But she said she didn't stay long."
"She didn't." I pause, searching for what to say next. "There was really no need for her to come all this way."