Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
The big standing easel in the corner catches my eye and I step closer. It’s me. Well, a drawing of my face. And he’s softened the lines, made me look happy and peaceful. Like I’m laughing at a joke the rest of the world will never understand. “This is beautiful.”
He moves to stand beside me. His voice is smooth and deep when he says, “You haven’t been happy lately. I wanted to see you happy.”
“I want your baby,” I breathe out the words softly. A family of my own has been my dream for so long and now I’m getting it with Ledger. Sort of, except that he’s not offering for us to be a couple. But it’s fine. As long as I’m careful, I can do this.
“Fuck, you have no idea how hot it is to hear you say that.” Ledger slides his hands around my hips and his mouth is on mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, sending sparks of desire through my whole body.
I whimper and crush myself against his body. I’m desperate to get as close to him as possible. I need his skin against mine more than I need my next breath.
It’s only when I’m breathing hard and barely able to string a sentence together that he pulls away long enough to let me suck in oxygen.
He presses soft kisses to my neck as his hands roam across my body. He’s touching me everywhere, like he’s waited his whole life for this moment. Just like I have. It’s a crazy thought and one that I wish could be true but it’s not.
“We should talk about this,” I gasp out when he sucks on my neck. I’m pretty sure this man is about to give me my first hickey, just seconds before I have to go out there in front of his parents.
“Then talk.” He doesn’t stop kissing me and it’s nearly impossible to think when he’s creating an inferno in my body. His eager hands find their way under my sweater and he’s suddenly cupping my breasts through the thin material of my bra. He cups and kneads and squeezes, groaning with each touch.
My panties are getting wetter, and I squeeze my thighs together. I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, aching for a chance to be with my best friend. But I didn’t expect it would be this explosive or leave me this desperate.
“Right. Talk. Um, I read an article that said...” My voice trails off when he drops his head to suck on my nipple through my bra. My hands find his hair. I thrust my tit out at him, wanting my man to take everything. To feast on me for hours and hours.
I call his name. “I need more.”
“You want me to touch your pretty pussy?”
Only in my dirtiest dreams has Ledger ever spoken to me this way and now he is. He’s saying filthy things just like I always hoped he would.
“Please.” The word is a prayer and a plea and a tortured confession.
He fumbles with the button on my jeans briefly before he’s cramming his long, lean fingers into my panties. He strokes my swollen folds. And the noise he makes in the back of his throat is wild and feral, like an untamed animal. “Is all this sweetness for me?”
I whimper. How many nights have I laid awake and hoped for something exactly like this? But never in my fantasies did I imagine it would feel this good. My legs are quaking, and I lean against his worktable. My breaths come in tiny pants and sweat beads on my back. “I’m so close. It feels so good.”
He circles my clit with the pad of his thumb. His movements are gentle despite the rough callouses on his fingers. “You’re done hiding this sweet cunt from me. I own it now.”
His words make me detonate right there in his workshop with his family just on the other side of the wall, oblivious to the filthy things we’re doing together. He presses his mouth to mine just in time, absorbing my cries and my pleasure.
He keeps stroking me through the orgasm, prolonging it again and again until I’m just a sweaty heap leaning against him for support. Only then does he pull his hand from my panties. He licks his fingers clean, making a groan deep in his throat.
There’s a banging on the workshop door and Ledger scowls. His eyes are glassy, and his hair is rumpled from where my fingers were just in it. But it’s the way he’s breathing so hard and fighting for control that makes me feel sexy.
Whoever it is, they knock on the door again then I hear West’s voice, “Ledger, time for cake.”
He curses under his breath. I’m pretty sure it’s his brother he’s cursing as he adjusts the bulge in his pants. Well, he tries to adjust it. It’s not exactly easy to hide when you’re packing what Ledger has.