Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Friendship.
And though I may be wearing shoes for the first time in my life—and yes, I’ve never drank wine before tonight—the thing that is really standing out to me that I’ve missed out so much on is that I’ve never had others care about me simply because.
I sit at a table with three people who I don’t fear. I don’t worry about what they will say or do to me. I don’t feel I have to act a certain way or be submissive in every act I do.
For the first time in my life, I feel excited about the future, excited about what’s to come.
“I might take you up on the job offer,” I say, looking at Christopher to see what he feels about it.
He nods in agreement. “It could be good for you. But first, we need to stop the circus by feeding the animals. We have an interview with Rolling Stone tomorrow. My mother’s PR person feels it’s best to get the story out there in hopes they will grow bored eventually and move on. As long as we keep the mysterious element, they won’t go away.”
“It’s so messed up,” Michael grumbles. “You both have enough to deal with right now without all those people hunting you down.” He pours us all more wine from the third—maybe fourth—bottle he’s opened since the meal began.
Christina lifts her glass to me with a twinkle in her eye. “Wear the blue dress. It will make your eyes pop and your hair shine. I think it will be perfect for the interview, and I know you both will do amazingly.”
“Thank you,” I say to her. I then look at Michael. “Thank you both. It means a lot to me that you have been so welcoming. I needed this. I didn’t know I did, but I feel like I can breathe a little better now.”
“We both do,” Christopher agrees.
9
Christopher
We tiptoe into the house, which I find a little counterproductive, since opening the door allows the noise of the reporters to roar in, but it’s late, and I’m hoping my mother is asleep. By the dim lights and the silence inside, it seems that she is.
We make our way to our room and close the door behind us. I don’t even have a second once the door clicks before Ember is turning on her heels and wrapping her arms around me.
Pressing her lips to mine, she whispers, “Thank you for tonight. I had the most amazing time.”
I kiss her back, dancing my tongue with hers, feeling a little lightheaded from all the wine we drank as my body responds immediately to hers. “I liked seeing you truly smile,” I confess. “If I can make that happen every single day, I will.”
“My heart feels alive,” she says, lowering her hands to my pants, freeing me from my restraints. “I didn’t know I could feel this way. My body is buzzing.”
She then lifts the dress she’d been wearing over her head, tossing it to the ground. I’m surprised to see her wearing a white lace bra with matching panties. Seeing her in something so normal and everyday fills me with a sense of pride that I can give her such basic things, but they mean the world to her.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, helping her in our now common goal by lowering my pants as I kick off my shoes and shed my shirt all at the same time.
I like her aggressive act and show of making the first move. Maybe she too is feeling the afterglow of the wine, but it’s clear we don’t want the night to end quite yet.
“You made me feel special,” she says as she runs her finger over my lips, down my neck, over my chest, dipping past my stomach, and then runs a gentle circle over my hard cock. She then removes the last of her clothing.
Pure goddess perfection.
My breath hitches, and my cock aches for more as we’re both fully naked and have nothing stopping us from doing more.
I remain standing in place, curious what she has in mind. The girl seems to be on a mission, and I have no intention of stopping her.
Looking up at me through thick lashes, she lowers herself to her knees in front of me. My cock stands at attention before her, and I groan as she takes hold of the base and guides it to her mouth.
“I want to thank you,” she purrs as she licks the head of my dick, tasting me, savoring me with her hooded eyes looking up, glazed over in lust.
“I’ll take you shopping and to dinner every day if this is the thanks I get,” I say as I reach back and find the wall with my palm to help keep my balance.
Her mouth slides down my cock all the way to the base. A tiny gag comes from Ember, which only lights an inferno deeper within my core and with more intensity. I want to tear into the back of her throat with hard pushes but fight the urge and allow her to take control.