Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
As I laugh, his hand glides down over my belly, stopping at the band of my underwear. I snuggle closer to him, even though I didn’t think there was space to be had, and his fingers slip beneath the fabric, tangling in my curls before dipping lower still.
“This has been a fun night,” he murmurs, one of his fingers finding the growing pool of wetness between my legs.
“Mm-hmm.”
His thick fingers lazily play among my folds and it’s surprisingly relaxing even while he stimulates me. I let out a sigh, my body heavy on the mattress, and I start to drift off, so it’s almost like a dream when he strums over my clit and brings me to an orgasm even as I’m only half awake. I come with a nearly-silent gasp, my body stiffening in his arms, my toes stretching then curling, my body pressing against the length of his body. He cups my pussy as I shudder with aftershocks, and then surprises me with a gentle kiss on my cheek. Or do I only dream that part?
21
Adrian
I’m dreaming that I’m about to go on stage for the fireman number. The other men and I march out in our heavy gear, but the siren that always cuts off when we enter, just keeps blaring. I look back to the wings, trying to find someone who can make it stop, but the fog is too thick to see anything.
Then I realize I’m not on stage. I’m in Autumn’s bed, and it’s the clock on her nightstand that’s buzzing. My arm is still snug around her middle, so I release her, giving her shoulder a gentle shake. She’s deep asleep, but eventually rouses and stretches her arm out to mute the alarm.
“Feels like I just fell asleep,” she says in a thick voice as she turns her head away from me.
“Yeah.” We were up way too late, but I slept deeply and feel fairly rested, considering we were only asleep for a short time. It was nice having someone to hold onto through the night.
Autumn sits up, the beautiful curve of her back drawing my eye. Her hair is messy, and when she turns my way, her heavy-lidded eyes give her a look of vulnerability that stirs something in me. “I need to get a shower,” she says. “Need to get to work.”
Though I’d enjoy more time in this soft bed that smells of her skin, I slide my legs over the edge and stand. “We’ll get going.” I nudge Trevor, who somehow slept through the loud alarm.
“That’s okay,” she says, crossing her arm over her bare chest. “You don’t have to rush.”
“We’ll go. We don’t want to hold you up.” Once I see that Trevor is awake enough not to fall back asleep, I go around to the other side of the bed to sit and wait for Autumn, who’s pulling clothes from her closet. When she has her things collected and is on her way out to the bathroom, I stop her, pulling her into a hug.
I feel the need to say something, but I don’t know what’s appropriate for this odd situation that was probably a one-time thing. “Will you come to the club again?” I ask when nothing better comes to mind.
“I don’t know … probably … sometime after my gig at Rusty’s, though. I need to practice tonight.”
“Oh, that’s right,” I say, my hand stroking the warm skin of her bare back, the smooth softness of it rousing my dick to life. “Would you mind if Trevor and I came to watch?”
Her tired eyes widen, and it’s a few seconds before she says, “I guess I can’t stop you, especially when I’ve seen your show.”
I give her one final hug. “Too bad you won’t be taking your clothes off at yours.”
Her whole face warms into an adorable smile, and then she says goodbye to us both and heads to the bathroom for her shower.
After Trevor and I get dressed, I pull her sheets and blanket up in an attempt to make her bed. I don’t usually bother with my own, but it seems like the right thing to do in Autumn’s tidy room.
As it turns out, we didn’t drink much last night, so to save Autumn the trouble, we carry the bottles and the bowl of water that previously held ice back down to the kitchen on our way out. I’m pouring the water into the sink when a female voice that’s not Autumn’s says, “Well, look who’s here. Is that you, Trevor?”
A woman around Autumn’s age is standing in the doorway of the kitchen in a sports bra and tiny pajama shorts. This must be one of the lovely roommates who thought it was a fun gag to hire a stripper to take Autumn’s virginity. Thank god that stripper was Trevor. Who knows what might have happened if it was some other guy.