Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 66952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
And lower, along her hip, more of those circles. Burns. Almost like cigarette burns. And more cuts.
She makes a sound, rolls onto her back again. She blinks her pretty eyes open and they slowly focus on me.
“Sleep, Gabriela.” I pull the blanket up to cover her.
She pushes it off, reaches out to grab my hand. “Stay with me.”
“Not a good idea.”
“Please.” She tugs, then her hand drops away and her eyes flutter closed again. “I’m always alone.” She rolls away again, hugging one knee up.
I swallow, take in the sight of her like this, and something animal inside me stirs.
It wants.
I drop her wet things on the floor and adjust my cock, but that’s not going to go away, not with her lying here like this.
I walk around and get into the bed, keeping my clothes on. I’ll just stay until I’m sure she’s asleep, I tell myself. I switch out the light and turn to her. I don’t pull the blanket over her yet.
When I push the wet hair back from her face, she opens her eyes and they shine almost a silvery green in the moonlight.
I let my hand brush her arm, then slide it to her breast, just touch her nipple with the backs of my fingers.
She swallows, arches her back as it tightens into a hard nub.
I draw closer, rising up on my elbow as I roll her gently onto her back and bring my mouth to that nipple, kissing it. Tasting salt from the pool on her skin as she sucks in a breath and her hand comes to my chest.
She’s not pushing though. Not pushing me away.
That’s because she’s drunk, asshole.
My dick is a steel rod when I take her nipple into my mouth to taste. Just a small taste. I hear her moan as her hand slides to cup the back of my head to pull me to her.
When I draw back, her eyes are darker, the pupils fully dilated.
She licks her lips and I can’t drag my eyes away from her little tongue, from her wet, plump lips. And when I kiss her, it’s a world different from the last time.
She opens her mouth and kisses me back and when I slide my tongue into her mouth, she meets it with her own and fuck, I’m going to blow. Just from a kiss. From a single kiss.
I draw back and hold her gaze as my hand slides down over her belly, lower.
I smell her, the soft scent of arousal sweet, inviting. Intoxicating.
She makes a sound when I touch the soft hair between her legs, then closes her hand over my wrist.
I meet her eyes as her grip loosens and instead of pushing my hand away, she starts to pull it between her legs.
I swallow, feel the wet heat of her and I should stop. I should stop this right now. She’s in no condition to say what she wants. What she doesn’t want.
She takes her lower lip between her teeth and I softly touch the hard nub of her clit.
“Is this the first time someone’s touched you here?”
She nods, bites her lip.
Fuck.
I rub. Just once. Just one stroke.
“That feels…” she starts, then rolls onto her back. Her legs fall open and her eyes close. “Good.”
And I remember her words from this morning.
Remember her accusation.
When I drag my hand away, she makes a sound, turns toward me, but her eyes never open and she stills into sleep.
I get up, draw the covers over her.
Because tonight, I am taking advantage.
And maybe what I said about being a man of my word, maybe that was all bullshit because she’s drunk, almost passed out and I’m pretty sure if she wasn’t, she wouldn’t choose to be lying here naked beside me now.
My dick a steel rod, I walk barefoot out of the room.
20
Gabriela
My head throbs and my mouth feels like it’s stuffed with cotton.
I squint against the bright sunshine and turn away. That’s when I realize I’m not in my bed.
My eyelids fly open and I take in the rumpled sheets I’m tangled in. The scent on the pillow my head is resting on.
His scent.
I lift my head and groan against the pain. When I sit up and the sheet falls away, I see that I’m naked. I grab the sheet, pull it up to cover myself and look around the room. I know without a doubt that this is his room.
That this is his bed.
That I’m naked in his bed.
My hand hurts and when I reach to scratch my head, I notice the bandage. I pull my knees up and they, too, are sore. When I drag the covers off, I see matching bandages and I have a vague flash of memory of me at the pool with his bottle of whiskey, which explains this monstrous headache.