Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Show me?” she asks, an eager look lighting her eyes up like stars.
I wrap my hand around hers, and when I move her fingers down my shaft, my body shudders from how good it feels.
Finlay straddles my thighs, getting comfortable as if she expects this is going to take a while.
Five minutes if I’m lucky.
Keeping our hands steady, I thrust up, and it has Finlay’s lips parting. I thrust again, my cock swelling under her heated gaze.
Sitting up, I wrap my other arm around her waist and yank her closer. My mouth takes hers in an urgent kiss as I pull her hand away from me, pressing her palm to my heart. Fisting my cock, I stroke myself hard, my tongue diving into her mouth while my heartbeat thunders beneath her touch.
I tighten my grip, thinking how she felt when she came on my finger. Pleasure zips down my spine, my body jerks, and I break the kiss as I come, wanting her to see what she does to me.
Finlay’s eyes are glued to my face, watching me with desire as I orgasm. My breaths are hard, my teeth clenched as a groan works its way from my chest and over my lips.
I pump myself one last time, residual pleasure echoing through me.
Then she glances down, and one eyebrow lifts as if she’s fascinated by the semen streaked over my abs. A smile spreads over her face. “That was supernova hot.”
Letting out a breathless chuckle, I say, “Need to clean up.”
Finlay moves off me and watches as I walk to the bathroom. “God, Ethan.”
“What?” I ask while I quickly wipe myself clean and wash my hands.
“Have you seen yourself from behind?”
Turning my back to the mirror, I try to see what she’s talking about, but I can’t see shit. “Why?”
“You’re… hot. Like hot, hot, hot.”
I let out a burst of laughter as I walk back into the bedroom. Swiping my sweatpants off the floor, I step into them.
I drop down on the bed, then my eyes drift over her face. “How did that feel?”
“I have a new word I’m stuck on. Hot.” She lies down partially on top of me, resting her chin on my ribs, her gaze locked on mine. “I really liked that. It’s a turn-on watching you orgasm.”
“Good.”
No. It’s fucking good. Another win.
Lifting a hand to her face, I tuck some hair behind her ear. “Thank you.”
Finlay turns her face into my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm.
Chapter 28
FINLAY
“No other contact?” Dad asks.
We’ve been sitting out on the porch for the last four hours, recapping what’s happened since Dad left.
“Nothing.” Ethan shakes his head. “So far.”
“Who is this crazy bastard?” Dad looks exhausted from the long trip and all the worry. The jet lag and time difference must be taking a toll on him.
Checking the time, I do a quick calculation. It’s two am in Saudi Arabia.
God.
Reaching for Dad’s hand, I say, “You should get some sleep, Daddy.”
He lets out a tired sigh, looking years older than when he left at the beginning of the week. “Yeah, I’m beat. We can try to figure out where to go from here after a good night’s rest.”
“Okay.”
Dad climbs to his feet. I dart up, giving him a tight hug. “I’ll be home by midnight.”
“Okay.”
Dad presses a kiss to my forehead, and he pauses to give Ethan’s shoulder a squeeze before he heads inside.
I’ve been wrapped in a happy bubble with Ethan, and talking about my attacker was a douse of icy water over me.
Ethan wraps an arm around me, tugging me to his chest. His eyes are tender as they meet mine. “You okay?”
“I’m tired of it all. Just talking about it is exhausting.”
“I know, babe.” He wraps me in a tight hug. I find instant comfort against his chest, snuggling into him while I stare at the ocean.
I want this hell over and done with, so I can enjoy my life. I can’t imagine carrying on like this for however long he plans on stalking me.
“Let’s make dinner,” Ethan murmurs.
“I can make lasagna,” I say as I lean a little back so I can see his face.
Ethan shakes his head. “You’re on guitar duty. I’ll cook.”
Letting out a chuckle, I nod. “Okay. Let me just lock up.”
Using my set of keys, I lock the front door before taking the stairs down to the beach with Ethan. He throws his arm around my shoulder, tugging me closer to his side. “I’m going to miss you tonight.”
Glancing up, I scrunch my nose. “Me too. It was fun sleeping over.”
Ethan clears his throat. “How do you think your dad will feel about you sleeping at my place every once in a while?”
I shrug. “I think he’ll be fine with it.”
“Yeah? Maybe Saturday nights?”
“I’ll talk to him,” I say, liking the idea of having at least one night a week with Ethan.