Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“No more surprises.” Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes, touched by the depth of his request. "I promise, Drew."
His smile is like a sunrise, warm and full of promise. "Then we've got this. And we've got each other."
DIARY…
Why am I so sad lately? It’s my junior year, I should be excited—one more year until HS graduation but I can’t get myself out of this funk.
I didn’t even care when Grady moved out but I can’t stop feeling…empty inside now that the Colter boys aren’t in school anymore and I never see them in the hallway. Not the Colter Boys. THE Colter. As in the ONLY Colter for me.
Drew.
I see him on TV now. The news is covering their freshmen year in Wisconsin and acting like they’re the second and third coming of Christ but I don’t see what the big deal is. Everyone needs to stop treating them like Gods, Drew would HATE that. He is the most down to earth, nice guy and I know the attention must be killing him.
Not Drake—he probably loves is, LOL. But Drew.
I always liked him because he’s sensitive and seeing him on TV makes me want to…reach out and hug him, you know? I can tell he’s not happy, don’t ask me how I know. He’s never said ten sentences to me but I just…
…know.
Wish I was brave enough—and smart enough—to apply and get accepted to Madison but we all know I’m not getting anything above a 3.0 this semester.
Gonna go torture myself some more by looking at social media for tagged posts of the boys.
Hearts, T
CHAPTER 45
DREW
HER EYES. HER HAIR. HER FRECKLES. HER VOICE.
I feel a soft hand beneath the hem of my shirt, slowly moving up my stomach to my chest.
I stir, yawning.
It’s pitch black in Tess’s bedroom, and I can barely see a thing when my eyes crack open.
I can’t see a thing, but I can feel.
Gotta love those five senses heightened by darkness…
"What are you doing?" I croak, voice raspy from sleep.
I yawn again.
Tess inches closer, pressing up against me, hand over my pec, fingers going round and round my nipple.
"Well, first, I was thinking of doing this."
A kiss is pressed to the underside of my chin.
Her fingers dance along my skin, causing a shiver that I can't help.
"Is that so?"
I can feel her over me, capturing my lips in a lingering kiss.
"Mm-hmm. And then maybe a little of this."
Her fingers continue their exploration, tracing a tantalizing pattern along my collarbone.
“Remind me again why you wore a tee shirt to bed,” she whispers. "I can barely get my hand underneath with the weight of these stupid blankets.”
My chuckle is soft. "You know, this is how we got in trouble in the first place."
"True, which means there are no more consequences to our actions.”
“I wouldn’t exactly say that. I have a feeling it’s going to be a shitstorm when I return to school.”
Tess groans. “Can we not talk about that in the middle of the night? It’s like, one o’clock.”
I laugh again. “You’re the one accosting me. I was just lying here minding my own business.” Not that I’m pushing her out of bed for wanting to have sex again. I’m just pointing out the obvious.
“I’m lonely and don’t want to be ignored,” she whispers in my ear. “Play with me.”
I pull her, hands around her hips, lifting her onto me.
Tess straddles my hips. “This is more like it.”
She wiggles her hips. “And I don’t even have to take my panties off this time.”
My hands move south to discover she’s not wearing any. The only thing separating us is my dumb briefs, which she’s right about—I never should have put them on.
I don’t know if it’s normal for a pregnant woman to want sex this early in her pregnancy or if Tess normally has a high sex drive, but I’m game for it regardless.
She moves over me, positioning her pussy over my hard cock, rubbing back and forth, back and forth, mimicking sex and dry fucking me.
It’s not the same, but it’s just as exciting, my cock aching to be inside her and begging to fuck.
Poor little dude has to wait. Tess wants to play and tease. She can tease all she wants but…
“Babe, careful—I don’t want my balls to chafe.”
Underwear and dry fucking do not a great combo make.
“Aw, you called me babe.” She pauses. “That’s so hot.”
“Is it?”
“Mm-hmm. I don’t think anyone has ever called me that before.”
“They haven’t?” How is that possible, Tess is like—the fucking coolest and if we went to the same school I would have claimed her years ago. “I’ll babe the shit out of you if you want me to.”
It’s the least I can do for getting her knocked up.
“You would do that?” she mewls, gently rocking back and forth over me.