Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“That moaning was just from his fingers? Oh girl, I swear to god if you don’t fuck him ...”
“Shhh,” I hiss. “We’re here on a retreat, I’m fairly certain it’s against the rules to fuck the people running it.”
Kara scoffs. “What rules? They can do what they want, they own the place and if people coming here decide to sleep with them for enjoyment, how is that illegal? I don’t think there is anything wrong with that.”
“He told me he’s going to fuck me,” I whisper.
Kara squeals happily and I slap her. “Girl yes. This makes me so happy. When? Where? Oh god, you have to tell me everything.”
I laugh and tuck myself into my sleeping bag.
We talk for a while, before I slowly drift off into a light sleep.
I’m woken by moaning sounds and it takes a moment for me to realize it’s coming from the tent beside us. I sit up, rubbing my eyes and use my flashlight to see it’s only Kara and Maria in the tent with me. Grace is clearly in one of the other tents. Her moans get louder and Kara sits up, too, narrowing her eyes.
“Right, which one of these bitches is getting pummeled right now?”
She looks around and sees that Grace is missing and then curses. “That lucky bitch.”
Grace’s moans intensify and I can’t help but smother a laugh. “I hope I didn’t sound like that,” I whisper.
“You didn’t,” Maria mutters, sitting up too. “God damn, she needs to work on her moaning skills. She sounds like she’s being murdered.”
“Her vagina is.” Kara giggles.
I laugh, pressing a hand over my mouth.
“God, yuck,” Maria mutters. “She has to know everyone can hear her. Shut up, Grace, you whore.”
She yells the last part and Kara loses it, laughing so hard she falls back onto her sleeping bag. I’m giggling hard, too, and the sounds in the tent beside us quickly stop. Poor Grace, she must be horrified to know people can hear her. I know I was, I guess at least I have someone who understands now.
We can get picked on together.
We all laugh a little more, and then I lie back down and fall asleep.
The morning wakes me with the sounds of birds chirping, the river running and the most beautiful fresh breeze washing into the tent. I could wake up like this every morning, there is something so serene about being out here, and knowing the world just can’t touch you. Media, money problems, hate, none of it can find you up here. It’s paradise and it’s the best kind there is.
I slip out of the tent and stretch as I look around. The water is even clearer today than it was yesterday, if that’s at all possible. I walk over to it, reaching down and letting my fingers run through, then I wash my face, rinse my mouth out, and stand up only to feel a hard form behind me. A warm body presses against mine and a pair of rugged, beard surrounded lips brushes against my neck. I shiver and close my eyes as Rhett’s hands move up my sides beneath my shirt, his warm palms brushing against my skin.
“Should have been you screamin’ like that last night.”
“Good morning to you, too,” I say softly, a smile on my face.
“Mmmm, turn around and kiss me.”
God, there is something about the way he conducts himself that is so damned swoon worthy I try to plant it all in my memory so I can add it to my notebook later. Nothing like a real life interaction to create you a bestseller.
I turn slowly and see Rhett standing behind me, shirtless, his big body warm and so strong I want to bury myself beneath him and just lie there all day. Would it be creepy if I said I wouldn’t mind running my mouth over every inch of his skin while I’m doing that?
He takes my chin in his hand and tips my head back, bringing his lips down on mine and kissing me long and deep, until my toes are curling and my fingers are clutching his forearms. He releases me and steps back, and I can’t help it, my eyes lower down to the bulge in his pajama pants. God damn, that’s impressive. There is something about the way a man’s package looks when they wake up, it’s always long and thick, not quite hard but extended in a way that makes it look fantastic in their pants.
God, I’m an animal.
I look back up at him to see a slight grin on his face. “You can put your hands on it, but I can’t promise it’ll stay in my pants if you do.”
Oh my.
Oh my indeed.
I swallow, and I won’t lie, a big part of me really wants to put my hands on it. I want to take it and curl my fingers around it. I’ve touched dicks before—I might be a virgin but I’ve given a couple of hand jobs and a few rounds of head before—but I’ve not seen anything like what is being presented to me right now. I reach out, my fingers grazing over the bulge in his pants.