Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Drunk Hope was horny as hell, though, and put me through the wringer, snuggling into me, wiggling her ass against my hard cock, which refused to be contained by my underwear, and whispering such delightful things as, Shhh, don’t tell Ben, but I want him to kiss my vajayjay, and What if I’m bad at sex because I’ve only done it with Roy? There was also an off-key rendition of “Let’s Get It On” in which Hope attempted to sing baritone while dancing horizontally.
In short, last night was great.
For me, at least. For Hope, I’m afraid she’ll be paying the price this morning despite the water and aspirin I got her to take after giving her my Girl Scout pledge—yes, Girl Scout—that I was not roofie’ing her to “have my wicked way with her and then steal her kidney.”
“Wut? Why wake up?” she mutters as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. Getting one open, she peers at me. “If you say the word boat, I’m gonna throw up,” she deadpans. Even hungover, she’s got jokes.
I laugh. “If you didn’t throw up last night, you probably won’t this morning.” Then I lift the tray I’m holding up into her line of sight. “Breakfast.”
That gets her moving, and she picks up her head, both eyes open now. “What is it?” When she sees the avocado toast with a fried egg on top, cup of coffee, and water bottle, she sighs. “Oh, that looks delicious.” She sits up in bed, arranging the blanket over her lap and then looking on in wonder as I set the tray over her legs. “Thank you.”
As I sit down on the bed beside her, she digs in, moaning about how good the simple breakfast is and doing an adorable food-happy dance. “Figured you could use it after last night.”
The fork freezes in midair, halfway to her mouth, and she groans as she remembers. “Hamburger Help-me, I was so drunk. Did I do anything embarrassing?”
“You don’t remember calling the waitress a bitch and humping my leg, begging me to kiss your vajayjay?” I ask, holding up the leg in question. It’s paler than the rest of me, a by-product of always wearing jeans and living a vampire’s schedule for the past few months of touring.
She blinks slowly once, twice, three times and then grins. “I said ‘embarrassing.’ That”—she points the thankfully empty fork at me—“was awesome. Except you didn’t kiss me.” She takes a bite, snapping her teeth on the fork in fake anger.
“You sober now?”
“Judging by the faint drum solo happening in my head,” she says, pinching the bridge of her nose, “unfortunately, yes.”
I lean over, tilting her chin up. I see the smile on her lips for a split second before I close my eyes and touch my lips to hers. She kisses me back, but suddenly jerks away with wide eyes, slapping her hand over her mouth. “Nooo, I’ve got morning breath!”
“I don’t care, Hope,” I laugh. “I’d kiss you anywhere, anytime—morning breath, sweaty, or fresh as a daisy. If I’m sticking my tongue in you, I. Don’t. Care.”
She blushes and teases, “Aw, you say the sweetest things.” But since she takes another drink of water and swishes it around in her mouth, I’m guessing she’s still a little mortified. “You keep seeing me at my worst.”
“If this is your worst, you’re in damn-good shape.”
Her eyes drop to her plate, where she pokes at her toast. “I didn’t mean me getting drunk. I meant all of it.” She chances lifting her gaze to mine as she waves her hand around, encompassing what I’m guessing is the entirety of the time I’ve known her.
I touch my nose to hers and peer into her eyes. “So did I.” I kiss her again to prove my point.
Hope’s smile blooms by degrees as my words sink in.
And then it’s like the small touches, glances, and cuddling all night catch up with us in an instant. We ignite, and Hope grasps my face to pull me in closer. I lean over the tray, probably spilling coffee everywhere, but all I care about is kissing her.
Her mouth is air. Her body, fire. Her soul is earth. I want to drink her like water.
“Elemental,” I murmur against her mouth, not meaning to speak.
“Huh?” she answers, and I shake my head, not able to explain right now.
I move the tray out of our way and pull Hope over my lap to straddle me. The heat of her pussy, through both her panties and my underwear, is scorching, and I groan at the contact, gripping her hips to move her up and down my cock, rubbing myself with her.
Hope throws her head back, her nails digging into my bare chest. “Keep doing that,” she pleads.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I push and pull her along my shaft, dragging her clit over me so she gets the friction she wants. Normally, I’d wish I were truly inside her, but watching Hope lose control from this is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and it’s enough to take me to the edge. In minutes, I’m fighting to hold on as her hips start to buck and she seizes control of the pace, taking what she needs.