Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“Come for me, Tinsley, fuck that pussy on my cock,” I grunt. She’s frantic, her body hugging me, my hands holding her shoulders, my forearms braced on the wall beneath her, our bodies molded together, nothing but our sweat and the water from the shower between us.
“Yes,” she moans. I pull back wanting to watch Tinsley’s pussy as she comes, knowing I’ll be coating her pussy with my own cum.
“Fuck,” I groan. My head tips back of its own accord. I feel Tinsley’s hands on my chest. She’s somehow able to move her muscles that were depleted from her orgasm earlier. My eyes move to where they are, as I watch her glide her fingers through my cum that landed between us. She gathers it on her fingers, coating them before she shocks me to my very fucking core. Her lips wrap around them, sucking them, before swallowing down my essence.
“Motherfucker. You’re making it hard to keep my word, Tinsley.” I’m still holding on to her as I dip us under the water for a quick rinse before shutting the water off, never letting her body leave mine.
“You’re eventually going to have to put me down, Leo,” she laughs. I’m about to step out of the shower, careless of the mess we’d leave in our wake.
“Not sure I’m ready for you to leave my arms,” I mutter, but allowing her to glide down my length, not letting her go until she’s steady on her feet.
“You’re sweet.” Her hand cups my cheek, placing a soft kiss on my lips before she spins around to grab our towels. I groan at the loss of her, of seeing her bare chest and pussy, but God damn do I love that ass of hers. She sneaks a peek over her shoulder, and I’ll be damned if Tinsley doesn’t know what she does to me.
“Minx,” I state as we each dry off. I see the yawn she’s trying to hide, and I know it’s time for us to get some shuteye before we hit the road for another fourteen hours.
“I’m ready to pass out.” She hangs up her towel, walks out of the bathroom, and I watch as she leaves, that sweet ass moving with every step.
“Are you coming to bed?” she asks once she’s at the side of the bed, moving the covers down before sliding inside.
“Fuck yes, I am,” I groan before following her. Shit, I’d follow Tinsley anywhere if it meant I was able to hold her in my arms. She scoots over to the other side, and I get in behind her. That luscious ass of hers will be pressed up against me in no time. My hand moves underneath the nape of her neck as she scoots back, and I gather her closer as we slowly start to fall asleep, the comfortable silence and her deep breathing luring me into a lull.
TEN
TINSLEY
Leo and I are back on the road, more miles eating up the highway as his Suburban drives smoothly across the interstate. I wish we had time to stop and be tourists in a town or two, but after the call Leo received this morning, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. He still hasn’t come down from the way his jaw was clenched so tightly I could hear his teeth grinding.
“I promise we’ll talk as soon as I process shit. I’m trying not to turn around and head right back to Washington.” I bob my head, confirming that I heard him. Leo’s arm is on the center console, and my hand’s been on his bicep for a while now, trying to soothe him while he drives. His fingers were too busy tapping for me to entwine ours together, so I did the next best thing. I’m not entirely sure it’s helping, but the news he received must have been horrible when even after thirty minutes, he’s still not relaxed.
“Okay, take your time. Mind if I change the station?” He’s listening to talk radio, something I loathe. Leo is young, well, not young-young. He’s twenty-five, for goodness sakes, yet he’s listening to the news on some station while we’re driving. We stopped to grab food on our way out of the hotel this morning. I’d love to say that my morning wake-up call came in the way of Leo’s lips passing over my body. It didn’t though, and I groaned the entire time while getting ready. After we got out of the shower, we both promptly passed out, but at four o’clock this morning, Leo’s phone beeped with the alarm. I buried myself under the pillow, which didn’t last long. Apparently, the man I’m halfway in love with is a morning person, and that’s just a bundle of joy when you love sleep. And I do love my sleep. Sleeping in on the weekends is one of my favorite pastimes. That came to an abrupt stop when my parents demanded I move back in with them a few weeks ago.