Total pages in book: 212
Estimated words: 207966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1040(@200wpm)___ 832(@250wpm)___ 693(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1040(@200wpm)___ 832(@250wpm)___ 693(@300wpm)
She came quickly, and it was fucking hot to watch; I had to fight to hold back from spilling my load so I could get on the last condom. Once it was on, I fucked her from behind, holding onto that sweet ass, whispering into her ear.
“Might be the sweetest ass I’ve laid eyes on.” And then I slapped it, feeling her shudder and tighten around me as the scent of her hair filled my lungs.
After we came, I passed out cold.
Sometime later, my eyes opened, and I stared into gorgeous blue eyes that were on me, a look in them I couldn’t decipher before she jolted back, looking away. Looking embarrassed.
“Join me in the shower?” I invited.
“Sure,” she said, not looking at me, heading for the door.
I snickered. She’d been watching me sleep, looking a little lovesick. Busted.
I opened the drapes. Sun was out today.
I called her out on it in the shower, whispering into her ear that I thought it was sweet she was crushin’ on me while I slept. This got her acting bashful, shy, which was very fucking cute. After I got dressed in the room with the bunks, I wandered into her room to find her pulling jeans on.
“Wanna go hunt down a breakfast joint?”
Her expression dropped as she zipped up.
“Bad idea,” I amended.
“Know you hate bein’ blindfolded, but need more condoms,” I added, stepping forward and pulling her close.
She nuzzled in, nose grazing the compass tatt on the side of my neck. “How about you just run to the store?” she suggested.
“Not leavin’ you alone.”
“Oh.” She deflated and tried to back up.
I held onto her. “I can’t protect you if I’m not in the same space as you. This isn’t a trust thing.”
“You said it’s safe here.” She stared at our feet.
“Part of why that is, is I’m shadowing you to make sure of it.” I ran my hand up and down her spine.
“So how about we go get condoms? It’ll be a covert mission?” She peered up at me and smiled, then added, “But we come back here for breakfast? You make me some of those cheesy salsa scrambled eggs? You left the salsa and cheese off when you were mad at me.”
“I didn’t punish you by withholding cheese and salsa.”
“Felt like a punishment.”
I snickered. “So, a covert mission, huh?”
“Yeah. Too bad we don’t have fedoras and trench coats.”
I played with a lock of her hair. “I know you don’t like bein’ blindfolded. It’s for your protection.”
She stared into space, chewing her lip.
“If they catch you, which they fuckin’ won’t, but say they did – if you don’t know where this place is, they can’t make you talk about it.”
Her pretty blue eyes bounced to meet mine and held a look of understanding. And fear. “Doesn’t mean they wouldn’t try to make me talk.”
“They’re not gonna touch you,” I assured.
She bit her lip.
“I mean that,” I promised. “Deke tasked me with not just watching you, but also with keeping you safe. I’m gonna do that.”
She snuggled into me again. “Sucks that he had to even wonder if I’m bein’ truthful.”
“I get that.”
“Me getting painted by the Kailey brush again,” she muttered.
“Happen a lot?”
“Yup.”
We were quiet a minute; I guessed she was reflecting on shit that bugged her.
“You’re on the pill, yeah? Saw ‘em when I emptied your bag that first day.”
Her face was still buried in my throat, but I felt her nod.
“I don’t fuck ungloved. You?” I asked.
“No.”
“Sometimes? Never? Occasionally?”
“Never, if I can help it.”
“If you can help it?”
“Pretty much never. Not in a long time.”
I stared at her. She didn’t elaborate, so I let it go and spelled it out.
“So, if I were to fuck you without a condom, you wouldn’t get pregnant. And I don’t fuck without one either, so neither of us has anything the other could catch.”
“I can’t break my condom rule, Jesse, sorry,” She looked away, “but… I’ll let you blindfold me so we can go get some.” She kissed my shoulder but still didn’t make eye contact. “I can deal if it’s a short drive and you talk me through it again.” She rushed off and when I heard the bathroom door close, I felt a niggle of irritation.
Maybe because I wanted to fuck her without a condom. Which was foreign considering I hadn’t fucked anybody ungloved since Chelsea.
This girl just told me she never fucks without them, and I immediately suggest she fuck me without one? Talk about laying cards on the table with her. I found myself both surprised and irritated with myself. Not just laying that out there and getting shut down, but also for even having the thought in the first place.
“You want more of my cock that much, huh?” I called out a minute later, needing some levity with where my thoughts were heading. I lay back on the bed and lifted a magazine from the bedside table. It was a chick magazine. I leafed through the stack, and they were all chick magazines.