Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“I don’t care who is where when I need you. You should know that by now.”
He’s right. It’s been two more days of Mountain Marin being pummeled in the best way by her Mountain Prince and I’d hazard to guess at least a third of our waking hours is spent in some form of fornication. I’m getting my cardio in at least.
So, I’m pretty sure Janie and Stevie are down with what’s happening between us. Davis made no attempt to conceal that I was sleeping in his room with him. Only, there wasn’t much sleep going on.
Until about three AM last night. Davis fell asleep inside me still hard. Like, bam, he finished, gave me a kiss, spooned me slipping back into home base then, he was out.
I laid there for a few minutes wondering if this was some new sexy game but when he started snoring? I was pretty sure the jig was up. I drifted off pretty quickly as well, but woke up to him sliding in and out of me, but it didn’t take me long to realize, he was sleep-fucking me!
He was babbling all this filth but when I’d respond, he was in his own world. Didn’t stop his hands and cock from sending me to the heaven again though. When we both woke up this morning Davis was frantic, looking the clock and muttering about sleeping five hours in a row.
Turns out, that hasn’t happened in years. He has nightmares and insomnia but last night, seems the cycle was broken. He said I have a magic pussy. Bush and all.
Snort.
He does have great pillows too. He even had a few brand-new ones stacked in his closet. He really is the cream in my coffee. Snort. Not a metaphor but
“Did you finish your water?” Davis asks as I brush my hands down the front of the flannel shirt I’m wearing, and I nod.
“Yes, enough with the water. You’ve hydrated me until my eyes are bulging. What’s with you today and the water?”
“Water’s good for you.”
“Yes, I know. As well as B-12 and Vitamin D and Magnesium and the other six vitamins you make sure I take every day. But, really, enough with the water today. I just finished two more bottles.”
“Good. Did you pee?”
I squint, shaking my head. He’s certainly a stern sort of steward but, geez-whiz, is he going to start keeping track of my urine output?
“Ouch, fuck.” Davis grunts, breaking my train of thought. He holds up his hand and the right side is bright red and dripping with oil. “Fucking burned myself.”
Janie and Stevie look over.
“You okay, bro? You’ve been damn distracted lately.” Stevie snorts.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” He eyes me and I know I’m being railroaded. “Marin will be my nurse. We’ve got burn cream in the medicine chest. You guys…just don’t start acting out the Judy vs Jerry showdown.”
They go back to ignoring us as Davis winks and tips his head to the hall. “I need medical care.”
I roll my eyes as his looks turns hungry and wet warmth explodes between my legs. “You need mental health care, is what you need, and to ask for forgiveness because you just burned yourself on purpose in order to not have to learn to cook. You are troubled, Mr. Davis Ray. Troubled.”
He rolls his sexy hazel eyes, pressing his boot to my butt in a mock kick, urging me forward down the hall to the master bedroom. He shoulders the door shut behind us and nods toward the bathroom. “In there.”
“Are you seriously hurt?” I ask as I tighten my brow and reach for his hand.
“I’m fine. Get in the bathroom.”
We’ve spent plenty of time together in the shower and with me bent over the counter, and sitting on the counter, and down on my knees, but there’s something different going on here.
Tingles ripple down my back as he ushers me inside with heavy hands on my shoulders and points toward the commode.
I’m right confused at this point, but Davis stands like a statue waiting for me to comply.
“You have to pee, don’t you?” he asks and I slow nod, trying to puzzle together if this is a new sexy time thing or what.
“Yeahhhhhh. You’ve been force hydrating me for the last hour. My bladder is bursting.”
“Good. Take your pants down but don’t go yet.” He turns toward the double vanity where he fucked me bent over while I tried to brush my teeth this morning.
The ample-sized rustic bathroom still makes Davis look larger in the smaller space. His blue flannel is rolled up above his elbows and his forearms are epic. Thick with veins and dusted with dark hair and the sinuous muscle flexes and moves under his tan skin.
Uggg. His forearms are directly connected to my bang-me button and I’m not even the least bit ashamed. But, I’m trying to put together what’s gonna happen right now and for the life of me, as creative as I am, I’m not seeing his vision.