Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“Maybe you shouldn’t be trying. It’s not like I’m willing to go the distance with a guy like you.” One day soon, that mouth of hers is going to write checks she can’t cash and it’ll be my cock keeping it busy.
“I guess it’s a good thing you biting me didn’t do anything but turn me on. You want to play this game you’re insisting on playing, this is where I’m getting off. The ride isn’t worth the fucking whiplash.” I grab the shirt that was dropped in my quest for getting a taste of Hendrix.
“You started this charade. I’m ending it.” She takes the shirt out of my hand, shocking me once again as she slips out of the tiny top that’s soaked through with coffee, too, giving me an unhindered view of her tits. At the light bounce, the way I know they’d fit perfectly in the palm of my hands, how her nipples definitely match the shade of her lips, a soft dusty pink, my mouth salivates for a taste. “Enjoy the show. It’s the last one you’ll get from me.”
“That’s what you think, Hendrix, but go ahead. Run off. That’s what you seem to do when the tough gets going.” My eyes coast over the parking lot, looking for cameras that could have captured her stripping. That would be all we’d need to happen, having us plastered all over the fucking Internet. She’d really have an issue then.
“I’m not running. It’s called playing it safe, and you, Madden, are anything but.” Her body is covered just as quickly as she gave me the sweetest glimpse. Then she bends down and grabs her bag as well as the white shirt, and I watch as she leaves, giving her this play. I’ll be seeing her soon. It’s inevitable at this point.
NINE
Hendrix
I can’t believe this is what I’ve succumbed to, getting myself off while the water cascades down my body. The tile behind me, one hand tweaking my nipple as the other holds the showerhead, finding the right setting and placement too easily. That’s what I get for trying to ride Madden’s leg in a parking lot, so close to coming, and then I had to turn into a raging bitch and bit his bottom lip so hard I’m pretty sure I tasted blood. Still, he probably wouldn’t have stopped if I hadn’t pushed him away, too. And, boy, did I screw the pooch. I could have at least waited till I got off before I yelled at him. Seriously, the guy may be a walking dickhead, but I have a feeling he knows exactly how to use said dick and that he’d rock my world. That’s the problem, though. I have shit taste in men, I’m gun shy, and I’m really apprehensive. My head tips back as I replay the feel of his cock pressing into my hip, the look on his face when I whipped the top off my body, how he visibly swallowed when I let my inhibitions drop, something I never do. My girls would be proud of me, not caring that it was in broad daylight. The puffing of his chest, the way I knew he wanted more, it was so freaking worth it. Plus, the fact that I got a rise out of him in more ways than just his dick. It made me feel like I was the only person in a sea of millions.
Which is why I’m now thinking about what it would be like to have him here in the shower with me, his fingers, mouth, or cock doing what the showerhead is doing. The way Madden kissed me, I bet his mouth could work my core like nothing else.
“Oh God.” A moan leaves my lips. Everything slides by the wayside. I still haven’t heard from the vet about Jolene, so I placed my phone on the bathroom counter before I stripped out of my clothes to take a shower, making sure not to dirty up the shirt Madden left me with, still smelling the scent of mulled spice and a zesty orange. Secretly, I’d love nothing more than to feel and see his body as naked as mine is currently. My fingers hit the dial, hitting the pulsation setting, so ready to get the orgasms that I denied myself earlier. Really, I’m a dumbass. Every woman knows to at least reach the O before leaving. Maybe I should read a handbook on how not to be a dumbass.
“Oh fuck,” I grumble, hitting that spot that has my core clenching, wishing desperately that I had at least thought to bring a toy in the shower with me. Another amateur mistake. It doesn’t stop the stimulation against my clit. I add in the pinching of my nipple. It has my eyes squeezing shut, light bursting beneath the lids as I have the most powerful orgasm I’ve had in too long of time. It takes me a few moments to come back to myself, hand leaving my breast, slowly moving the showerhead away from my body, hypersensitive from the stimulation. What first started out as me getting the clothes off my body from sugar-saturated drink quickly turned into a Hendrix-needs-an-orgasm moment.