Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
His eyes would burn into mine as I leaned back to let the water run through my hair. His stomach muscles would contract and relax as his hips snapped into mine, his cock going up and into me relentlessly. His groans would be my music and his thrusts my drumbeat.
I would give in, letting him handle me how he liked. Letting him take control. He would spin me around and press me against the tile of my shower, pulling my hips back toward him.
He would fuck me hard from behind, one hand sliding up my body to grasp my breast while the other dipped between my thighs, rubbing my clit as he plunged into me. I would try to look back over my shoulder, but he would increase the speed and power of his thrusts, and my eyes would shut and my head would loll.
“Come for me,” he would growl, and I wouldn’t be able to deny his command.
The tension of the oncoming wave would take over my senses. The crashing of an intense, incredible orgasm would roll over me, and I would be powerless to stop it. I would cry out in one long sound as he relentlessly pounded me, his cock throbbing as my pussy clenched and milked him. He would be ready too, and I would welcome him.
“Come,” I moaned into the shower, both real and imagined. “Come inside me!”
His hands would slide to my hips as he pounded into me, pulling me over him with each thrust forward. I would feel like he was going to split me in two as my climax rolled over and over, refusing to end. Then, with a roar that could be heard in the mountains, he would explode deep inside me, pulling me tight to him so I took it all. My aching, hungry body milking him as my legs shook and my breath hitched.
He would empty inside me, and we would slide down into the bottom of the tub, curled together as the water fell onto us like rain. I would doze in his arms, warm and happy, until the water ran cold and we needed to get out, only to do it all again in bed.
My eyes fluttered open a few moments later. I slid all the way to the floor of the tub, just like the fantasy. Also just like the fantasy, the water was getting cold. Thankfully, I had already gotten myself clean and just needed to shampoo and condition my hair before I got out.
With my body freezing from the cold water, but feeling clean and much more relaxed, I climbed out and toweled off.
Now that I had gotten that particular fantasy out, my brain was moving on to more innocent, but no less intense, fantasies involving Kieran. Now I was imagining what I would do at the cook-off, how we would interact and how we would go out on a date. How we would have our first kiss.
All these thoughts played in my mind as I made myself dinner and ate at the table rather than in front of the TV. There was nothing on that could beat the show in my head. When I was done eating, I ran the dishwasher, brushed my teeth, and went into my room to get into pajamas. It was only nine, but I was ready for bed. I had a lot of dreaming to do.
Flipping on the TV, I put on a cooking reality show and let my mind wander into the fantasies again. I could see us not just competing but working together. Mixing spices and sauces together to make something as hot as he was. How we could be together, happy and in love. In lust.
As my eyes drifted closed, and I fumbled for the remote to hit the power button without opening them, I thought about his hands again. How they could hold me in the middle of the night. How they could keep me safe and warm and protected. I let myself fall asleep thinking about those hands and how they would feel holding my own as we walked through the fair together, each with a medal.
It didn’t matter which one of us won.
That’s how I knew it was a dream.
10
KIERAN
Another long day down, but things were starting to look up. The boys were getting into the swing of things with logging in to get their workout time in, and I noticed a few less bags of chips and a few more salads in the fridge. That said, our first real fire since I arrived happened, and we took almost two and a half minutes to get out of the door. The trailer that we were called out for had been abandoned for years, and apparently the detectives thought it was arson. All I knew was that there were definitely accelerants used because even with our delayed time getting there, it went up in a hurry.