Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
By Dart.
A soft moan leaves my lips at the thought of his big hands and thick fingers. His lips were so full, and I bet he could suck me whole into his mouth. I fall back onto the king bed, gasping at the thought of him between my legs and touching me. It would be glorious and a damn good time. Maybe I should get dressed and go to the bar. Maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll show up.
Or I’ll get arrested for public intoxication.
I look great in orange, but I’m not made for jail.
I let out a huff as I sit up, knowing I need to get this desire out of me. I stumble to my suitcase and open it to get out my vibrating dildo. I usually wouldn’t pack it for an overnight trip, but I didn’t take it out of my bag after my last trip two weeks ago, and boy, am I thankful in this moment. I lie back on the bed as I swirl the head of the dildo over my pussy as my blood pounds through my body. I close my eyes, remembering everything about Dart. How he tapped his card to the bar, how he looked at me like he wanted to eat me, and how he wanted to take me to his room for a so-called movie, but we both knew what would really happen.
I slowly move the dildo inside me, breathless and trembling at the instant pleasure it brings me. I’m lost with it, crazed from it, but then I think I hear the door open. But surely I don’t. Why would I? Who would have my key? I laugh at my stupidity and start moving the toy into myself faster, my need for a release greater than making sure no one is breaking in to kill me.
But then everything stops when a slow, deep voice envelops me. “Well, hot damn. Fate is being kind to me tonight.”
Chapter Five
Dart
Even though my key opens my hotel room door with no issue, I still check to make sure I’m in the right room.
Needy moans met me at the threshold. There is a trail of clothes from the door, clothes that aren’t mine, and a bag that doesn’t belong to me looks as if it was torn into by a ravenous bear. When I hear a buzzing noise, I check the number on the door once more.
Yeah, it’s my room.
I close the door behind me and walk toward the buzzing and the moans. I may have been exhausted when I got to my room, but that’s not the case anymore. My body is shaking with awareness, I’m tingling everywhere, and when I turn the corner, nothing could have prepared me for the sight on my bed.
Tennessee.
Wow. I knew she was gorgeous fully clothed. But naked… Fuck me, I wasn’t prepared. Her back is arched as her heels dig into the edge of the bed, the dips and curves of her skin making my mouth water. Her thighs are thick, jiggling as she pounds herself with a bright-orange dildo, and I want nothing more than to throw the toy to the side and take over. She holds one full boob in her hand, squeezing her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Her eyes are closed and her lips parted in a way that has me unable to stop myself from moving closer. I know I should say something, maybe even ask why the hell she is in my room, but I don’t give a shit why she’s here.
The only thing that matters is that she is.
I watch her, my gaze vibrating just as that dildo does inside her. I swallow hard, my mouth dry as I stare at her, fully engrossed in her body. She is bare between her legs, glistening, and everything inside me wants to taste her. I almost reach out; I almost do what my body wants me to do, but I hold back, taking in a deep, lung-filling breath before letting it out in a hiss.
“Well, hot damn. Fate is being kind to me tonight.”
Her eyes shoot open and fall on me. She freezes, her gaze widening as awareness and recognition hit her. Thick, heated silence spreads between us, and I swallow as she gasps for breath. Her eyes are wild, and as I imagined, they are stunning when they’re full of lusty goodness. Her mouth moves, but nothing comes out as her gaze burns into mine. My jaw ticks as I ball my hands into fists at my sides, trying to resist touching her. I need her to tell me it’s good, that she wants this. That she wants me.
“I should probably ask what the hell you’re doing in my room,” she says, her voice trembling.
“I should probably ask the same since this is my room.”