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)
He starts to fuck me harder and faster, and I find out why I was told to hang on. Our bodies move together as the bed shakes in rhythm with his thrusts. If I was outside myself watching this, I might think it would hurt, but it feels so good. So incredibly good.
I approach another orgasm, but it doesn’t burst out of me this time. Instead, I ride right along the edge of it, dimly aware of Duke starting to go inside himself as he keeps pounding into me.
He grunts a warning, “Autumn, I’m gonna come,” and something in my heart thrills at hearing my name on his lips. I’m not just random sex; I’m not just some girl. He’s with me, and I’m with him.
His body tenses, and I watch his face contort into beautiful agony until I’m finally overtaken, and I join him at the climax. We cry out together as waves and waves of relief and release pass through me, binding me to him and to this moment.
I float away for a moment, but I come back, safe in his arms, surrounded by him, and I’m overcome with the beauty of it all.
“What’s the matter?” Duke wipes at my cheek and the corner of my eye, and I feel wetness there. “Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know.” Now that he’s brought my attention to it, I realize more tears are coming, and I had no warning, and I seem to have no control over them.
“Did I hurt you?”
His wounded tone of voice is what hurts me. I shake my head quickly. “No, no, it all felt amazing.”
The creases in his forehead smooth out, but he still looks concerned. “Can I do anything for you?”
“Just hold me.”
He gathers me into his arms with such care and warmth that more tears come, and I realize that I’m just overflowing with emotion, which I guess is essentially all tears ever are. I’m not sad, though. Mostly.
My heart is more full than it’s been in weeks, but it’s still not quite whole. Being with Duke is incredible, but it doesn’t feel complete. Something’s missing. Three someones are missing.
I’m incredibly happy right now, yet I’m afraid I’ll never be fully happy again. I’m broken. Unable to be content in the arms of just one wonderful man.
He holds me until I drift off, but I don’t think much time passes, because I wake up to Duke laying gentle kisses on my cheek and shoulder. “Are you hungry, or would you like to keep sleeping?” he whispers.
My eyes blink open to the soft light in the room. “I don’t know.”
“I’ll make something for you to eat,” he says. “I’m going to get a shower first, though. I’ll come and get you when the food’s ready.”
“Can I come with you?”
“To the shower?” When I nod, he grins. “Definitely.”
Duke scoops me up and carries me like I have no need for legs anymore. He adjusts his thermostat on the way to the bathroom so that the heat kicks on, and then sets me on my feet on the tile floor while he gets the water warm in the shower.
Space is tight with two of us standing in his tub, but he makes it work. Once again, there’s nothing I need to do as Duke cares for me, lathering my body and shampooing my hair, rinsing me off, and positioning me under the gentle part of the spray while he quickly washes himself. He dries me with the same care, kissing parts of my body as he goes, and I expect to end up back in his bed when I notice his cock getting semi-hard, but he pulls shorts on and retrieves my clothes for me.
“Meet me in the kitchen?”
When I nod, he gives me a quick kiss on the lips and leaves me alone to get dressed. I’m feeling all sorts of things, but I choose not to analyze any of it right now.
Duke is making scrambled eggs with cheese and vegetables, something he knows I like from when I stayed here. “It’s almost ready,” he says.
“Can I help with toast?”
He gives a look toward the toaster. “Already on it.”
“Want something to drink?”
“I poured a glass of water for you,” he says. “Would you like something else?”
“I didn’t realize tonight’s visit came with butler service.”
He barks out a laugh. “I guess I’m just happy to have you here.”
I smile, but feel unsettled. “I’m sorry about earlier,” I say.
“What?”
“The tears.”
Again, he looks at me like he’s trying to read the answer behind my eyes. “That’s nothing to be sorry about.”
I slide into a seat at the counter. “I’m just feeling so much. That was really incredible—” I tilt my head in the direction of his room. “But I also miss the others, and I’d feel this same way if they were here and you weren’t — I’d miss you. It’s like the four of you have imprinted on my soul as a unit.”