Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Is that a two-way radio?” I reach out and poke the glass. “Who are you talking to?”
“It’s not a radio. It’s artificial intelligence.” Shiloh has the nerve to smile while she’s saying words I’ve only heard in comic books or dime store novels. “She’s a computer.”
Cold sweat breaks out on the back of my neck. “Can she see us right now?” I whisper.
Shiloh chews over my question. “That’s a hotly debated topic. I think we’ve all decided the phones can see and hear us, but we’re all too reliant on them to care at this point.”
“Go pack a suitcase, sugar. We’re going back to the forties.”
Lips twitching, she slaps the device into my palm and turns on a heel, entering our bedroom. Once inside, she faces me again and pauses with her hand on the knob. “Press the button on the side to ask Siri anything you want to know. I think my prompt was a good place to start, don’t you?”
“Female orgasms.” I give her a smirk. “You think I don’t know what that is?”
She cocks one sexy little hip, lips pursed in challenge. “What is it?”
As badly as I want to storm into that room, throw her down on the bed and rut that tight body until this clawing hunger leaves me, I must admit I’m drawing a blank. “It’s uh…when a woman feels pleasure.” I clear my throat hard. “Same as a man.”
“Yes, but how is it achieved?”
Holy shit.
I don’t have a fucking clue.
“Most of my experience has been, uh…well.” My neck is turning from cold and clammy to piping hot. “In my town, in my time, you sleep with a local girl, you best be marrying her. Understand? I don’t like any of them enough to tie myself down. My only option has been to, uh…well, I should say my brother and I, we’d rather not commit to women. We’d rather just do what needs doing with them in town and go home. Nothing…romantic.”
Shiloh, as always, seems to be way ahead of me. “You pay for sex.”
“Doesn’t every man?”
“No.”
My eyebrows must be touching the ceiling at this point. “Is it free now?”
“Yes.” Her gaze ticks to the little computer in my hand. “If a woman says yes and you can make it worth her time. Even I know this stuff and I’m a virgin.”
That confirmation that she’s never been touched sends a thunderbolt of adrenaline to my loins. “Not for long, sugar.”
Don’t think I don’t notice the renewed pout of nipples. She might be stonewalling me, but she wants me to fuck her. There’s proof in her blush, the huskiness of her voice, the way she keeps staring at the outline of my erection through the towel. “B-but you just found out that sex is free, and technically, I’m a local girl.” She lifts her chin. “I thought you don’t want to be tied down.”
I take a step in her direction, then another, so she has to tilt her head back to look at me, and the awareness in her pretty brown eyes is gratifying as hell. “I’ve made it abundantly clear that we’re tied together now, Shiloh. Period. The end. Forever. Putting my come inside of you is just sealing the deal.”
“Not until I know I’m going to get something out of it besides a mess to clean up and a trip to the kitchen.”
“I knew I should have left the part out about the sandwich.”
“Happy studying.”
She shuts the door in my face—and locks it.
Chapter
Five
Shiloh
Turns out, it’s not easy to sleep when there is a certifiably hot, time-traveling chauvinist sitting in your living room asking Siri intimate questions.
“Siri, how do I make my beautiful future wife have an orgasm?”
“How long does it take a woman to have an orgasm?”
“Why in Jesus’ holy name does it take so long for a woman to have an orgasm?”
After a while, he gets more specific and I start to squirm in the sheets, before I eventually get too warm and kick them off entirely, staring at the light bleeding in around the edges of my bedroom door.
“Siri, why can’t I say the word ‘whore’ anymore?”
“How should I speak to the girl I want to marry?”
“Talk to me about foreplay. Never heard of her.”
“What’s the best way to give a woman oral sex?”
A fine dew is beginning to break out along my skin, my chest rising high and dipping down, up and down, in a quick pattern. I told myself I wasn’t going to wait up for him. I reminded myself a dozen times that I’m not obligated to have sex with this incredibly attractive man with the filthy mouth. But as I lie there in the darkness and my panties grow wetter over the deep rasp of his voice, the sexual nature of his questions, I finally admit to myself that I…want to sleep with Blaste.