Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
He’s carrying me.
I lock my arms around his neck. I’m unsure about being carried like this, but he’s so strong, it doesn’t seem to be a problem for him.
Once I realize he’s not going to drop me, I smile softly and rest my head on his broad shoulder.
“You fell asleep,” he tells me in case I’m not sure.
I’m so tired. We haven’t had sex yet. I need to stay awake. I lick my lips and try to hold my eyes open, but they’re so heavy.
Dare places me down gently on my bed. I rally enough to pull the bedding back so I can climb underneath. I’m completely naked, and his gaze rakes over my body as I do.
“Are you going to join me?” I ask, pulling back the covers and patting the mattress beside me.
He smiles, leaning in and kissing my forehead. “Not tonight.”
I pout at him and he kisses my pouty lips. He tangles his hand in my hair, kissing me more hungrily and making my heart pound. He must like when I pout.
“Fuck, you’re a tempting little thing,” he tells me, adjusting his cock as he straightens.
I smile, lowering the blanket and rubbing my boobs since I know how much he likes them. “You sure? There’s room for one more…”
His eyes flash dark. “Believe me, I wish I could,” he says.
I don’t know why he can’t, but I am exhausted.
I suppose if he doesn’t mind not getting any satisfaction tonight, I can be okay with it, too.
Chapter twenty-eight
Dare
Aubrey is asleep before I even leave her bedroom.
My cock stirs, tempting me to go another round with her. Her tits beckon me. They’re dying to be played with, and I’m only too happy to oblige, but I force myself to ignore the impulse and cover them up.
I’m glad the crushed up Ambien I sprinkled in the bottom of their dessert bowls was enough to do the trick. I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t want to risk giving either of them too much, either. Just enough to make Mom sleepy so she’d go to bed early, and Aubrey to sleep deeply enough that I could finish what I started the other night.
Fuck, she was beautiful passed out on the couch—her face peaceful, her tits jiggling as I thrust into her wet pussy again and again.
So. Fucking. Beautiful.
I ignore my aching cock and retrieve Aubrey’s clothes off the living room floor. I take them back to her room and dump them on the floor so her mom doesn’t find them in the morning, then I ease her bedroom door shut.
Goodnight, beautiful.
I turn off the television and lock up on my way out.
It’s late. I dozed on top of Aubrey for a bit after I fucked her, my cock still buried inside her body. I don’t know what it is about her that brings me peace and makes it impossible not to fall asleep with her. I’ve certainly never encountered it before.
I put those thoughts away and drive away from Aubrey’s house, getting into more familiar territory as I draw closer to Anae’s.
Where our mansion is pretty modern, Anae’s house was designed to resemble a French château.
It wasn’t hers back then, of course. She and her mother only moved into this house when her mom married Hannah’s wealthy, widowed father. He had it built for his first wife who was, by all accounts, a lovely woman. Anae’s mother detested the place because of that fact, but Anae loved the house immediately because it was the kind of place she imagined a princess would live.
She was younger then. She didn’t know she had more in common with evil queens than sweet-tempered princesses.
I use the code to open the entry gates since everyone inside is fast asleep. They open and I drive past, cutting the wheel and rounding the circular driveway.
I park near the front door. I don’t lock my car since I’d prefer not to flash the lights. I don’t expect anyone to bother with it while I’m inside.
The house is dark since everyone is sleeping. I don’t turn on any lights. I’ve been here enough to know my way around, even in the dark.
I keep my steps light as I make my way down the hall upstairs. When I find the bedroom I’m looking for and let myself inside, my steps fall more slowly and deliberately.
I’ve been to Anae’s plenty of times, but I haven’t been in this room before. It’s massive, with a giant bed made up of soft blue silk and white fluffy pillows. I flick a glance at the girl sleeping there, but she doesn’t move, so I look around a little more.
I touch ribbons from various awards, peruse the romantic books on her shelves, and the fluffy white chair in the corner with a cozy blanket draped over it. I see a rolled up yoga mat beside her dresser and some clutter on top, but it’s the pictures that catch my attention.