Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“You call me mushy. I think I just wretched a little.” I smirk.
“Wow, that’s such an attractive image.”
“Hey, you’ve seen me throw up monumentally. You should be immune by now.” I smile.
“Sugar, I love you, but I have to say you are not a graceful vomiter, what with the dribbling and the crying…” I punch his arm as he laughs.
“Dick.” I mumble.
“So you’ll come?” He tries to catch me off guard.
I sigh. I'm not going to win this argument right now. "You're impossible. Come on. Let’s go to bed." I take his hand and lead him back to bed. He climbs into bed next to me wearing only his boxers. He wraps a strong arm around me pinning me to him.
“Theo can I ask you something?” I say quietly.
“Anything sugar.” He kisses my hair.
Okay, here goes. “What happened to your parents? I mean, you and Mike are so close, you said he was a parent to you.” I feel like I’m prying, but I guess I’m just really curious. “You don’t have to answer.” I whisper.
“No, it’s okay. My mother lives in Italy. She’s been married six times. My brother William and I were the product of marriage number one, Cat from number two. My father died of cancer when I was five. Cat’s dad doesn’t want to know. She sent us to boarding schools when we were very young. Her husbands didn’t want kids around.” He squeezes me tighter. ”We don’t really speak much anymore.”
“I’m sorry.” Theo’s story is not indifferent to mine, except that I would have gladly been packed off to boarding school. Dead father, mother who doesn’t give a fuck. It’s all very familiar. “Do you think…do you think you’re mother loves you?” I whisper. It’s a question I ask myself all the time, but the answer is always the same and always hard to take. The truth hurts.
“In her own strange way maybe, but not in the traditional sense, no.” He says calmly.
“But you’re okay. I mean you’re successful, so you obviously got past it?” This seems important for some reason.
“I think that you can let the shit wear you down and wallow in it, or you can pick yourself up and make a life for yourself.” He kisses my hair. “What about your parents? You never talk about them.” I tense. “You don’t have to tell me.” He rubs my arm, trying to release some of the tension. He asked me once before about my parents, but I managed to change the subject.
“Um, my father died when I was five in a car crash. My mother…” Images of my mother’s demented face flash through my mind. Her standing watching me. “My mother is dead to me.” I say finally.
“Okay. I love you Sugar.” I smile. He knows exactly what I need to hear and when I need to hear it.
“Thank you.” I whisper, and I mean it. I’m truly grateful for him. I snuggle against his chest as he strokes my hair, soothing me into a deep sleep.
The next morning I wake up with Theo wrapped around me, his strong arms like iron. "Hey." He breathes.
"Hey." I turn to face him. His smile is heart stopping. His face illuminated in the morning light. Immediately my blood starts to heat and a dull ache forms between my legs. It's been over a week and it's killing me. I can take no more. I decide to go on the offensive. I sit up and roll onto him, straddling his hips. I can already feel his red hot erection through his boxers. I grab his wrists, pinning them above his head on the pillow before kissing him. I tease him with my tongue, before nipping his lip. I run my hands over his naked torso, followed by my lips. I circle each nipple with my tongue and graze each one with my teeth, causing his breathing to quicken. I get to the waistband of his boxers and run my tongue enticingly across the skin at the edge. He trembles slightly before suddenly flipping me on my back and pinning me to the mattress.
"Enough." He says, clearly amused.
That's it. How can he be so restrained? I'm so horny I will resort to begging. "Ugh, Theo, please." I huff as I slump back into the pillows.
He kisses my neck slowly. "You're so hot when you're horny." He breathes against my neck. "You get that maddening look on your face. It's almost irresistible." He purrs.
"Almost..." I raise an eyebrow and smirk at him as I pull his oversized t-shirt over my head leaving me in only a scrap of lace.
He takes a deep breath. His eyes heat with desire and I can see his control slipping. He ducks his head and takes one nipple in his mouth, he sucks hard causing pleasure to shoot through me. My back bows off the bed as I gasp.