Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“Are you planning on using me?”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
“If I did, I would’ve yeeted you from this hot tub already and made my escape.”
She laughed softly, her tits bouncing against his chest. “Then I’m glad you’re agreeable.”
The woman was hot, completely naked and had her bare pussy pressed to his rock-hard cock. “Agreeable” was putting it mildly.
But fuck, what if this all went wrong? What if he did or said something wrong? He was a man, after all. Or what if she simply perceived something he said or did as wrong? She was a woman, after all.
If she felt slighted, awkward or even disappointed afterward, she might leave. If she did, it would screw him because he’d once again not have anyone to watch Val. Except for his mother, of course.
And Val was his priority, not having sex with a naked, slick strawberry blonde.
That strawberry blonde ground her soft pussy against his hard length, pulling a groan from deep within his core. Fuuuuuuuuck.
It ain’t rocket science.
Who the fuck would’ve thought he would take words of wisdom from a fucking biker named Buster selling meth out of a damn pizza shop. He needed to evict that motherfucker from his brain and concentrate on the woman currently sitting on his lap, apparently ready to switch up his plans.
For fuck’s sake, did he even have a condom in his wallet? He sure as fuck hoped so. If he had to get out of the tub, get dressed while he was wet, and hoof it through the house to find some, it might ruin the moment.
Not might. It would.
A condom, still in its wrapper, appeared like magic in front of his face.
His chin jerked back. Were his thoughts so damn transparent?
But… What the fuck? Having a condom at ready was proof she did have this whole thing preplanned. Especially when the condom was the same brand he kept on the upper shelf in his bathroom closet. Next to the melatonin. Where he told her to store her own meds, if she had any.
What a boss move. So damn impressive.
The woman was not afraid to go after what she wanted. Which, apparently, was him.
How could he deny her?
It ain’t rocket fucking science!
He snagged the wrapper from her fingers but held off opening it since he would need to rise enough out of the water to put it on. “Normally, I take my time so I can—“
“No need,” she reassured him.
Okay, then. The woman didn’t want or need foreplay. Maybe she wanted it quick and dirty.
He could do that. He gave her hips a gentle squeeze. “Need to get up.”
With a crooked smile, she slipped off his lap and out of the way, giving him enough space to stand, tear open the wrapper and roll the condom down his throbbing length.
When he sank back into the water, he snaked out a hand to capture the back of her neck and pull her back over to him. Once she straddled his thighs again, he leaned in until his lips were just a fraction from hers and their eyes were locked. “Are you sure you don’t want—”
“Unneeded.” When she licked her lips, it got him all the way in his dick.
Normally if a woman said that to him, he’d check first to see if she was wet. However, with them being in the water, any natural lubrication would be washed away, so that litmus test wouldn’t work.
He just had to rely on her readiness by her demanding nothing from him other than his cock.
He could work with that.
“Is this normal for you?”
“Am I pressuring you?”
His mouth opened, then he snapped it shut and shook his head.
It ain’t rocket science.
Goddamn Buster! Get the fuck out of my head, you motherfucker!
He squeezed his eyes shut and blew out a breath.
“You don’t want to do this.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement dripping with disappointment.
His eyes flashed open to see her confidence had slipped. Unfortunately, his worried ass was the cause of it. “That couldn’t be farther from the truth, Sloane.”
“Your brain is warring with your body, then.” She ground her soft pussy against his hard-as-fuck, latex-wrapped cock.
“And that would be completely true. I don’t want this to change any—”
Before he could finish his thought, she curled a wet hand around the side of his neck and whispered, “Don’t worry, it won’t.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“I just did.”
Chapter Fourteen
She said the words.
He heard the words.
He just wasn’t sure he could believe them.
But, fuck him, he’d never given so much thought about having sex before. Especially when a naked woman he was attracted to offered herself up. Without strings attached.
At least he assumed she wanted nothing in return other than the sex they were about to have. Because he certainly didn’t want anything more. She gave no indication she did, either.