Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
The hot water beats down on us. I take the soap and start to lather her as she leans against the pearly white-and-black-checkered tile and I wash her. Reaching for my toothbrush and loading it up with toothpaste, I hand it to her unable to avert my eyes from her boobs as they move with her brushing. My thumb rubs one nipple. Her breasts are definitely fuller. I take the toothbrush from her and put it back in the caddy that holds all the soap and shampoo. I do a quick wash of myself and reach for a fluffy white towel as I turn off the water. Wrapping her up, I carry her back to my bed and sit down with her. I pull open the towel and look at her, like really look at her.
“You told me you can’t get pregnant, so why are you throwing up?”
She sits up and frowns. “You shoved your cock down my throat, not to mention, I swallowed a shitload of come and you’re wondering why I threw up?”
Relief surges through me, which is pathetic. If I was normal, I’d be insulted that she got sick off my jizz, but the alternative—being pregnant—is not one I can handle.
“So, there’s no way? I have nothing to worry about?”
She climbs under my sheets with quick jerky movements. “Only if you are God and I’m Mary because I already told you I can’t get pregnant!” Her voice trembles and I’ve had enough drama tonight.
“Good.” I reach over and turn off the light and slide into bed pulling Eve’s warm body next to mine.
EVE
I wake to large windows and the most peaceful view I have ever seen. Blinking, I take in my environment, my mind still fuzzy from deep sleep. The sound of the shower must have woken me. Steam and spice waft out of the cracked bathroom door. I snuggle into the comforter and wonder how I ever survived sleeping on the floor with a rat-infested mattress for eighteen years. It seems almost like a dream. I’ve started to block out the bad smells and years of dirt and cramped living in that beat-up trailer. Only my dad cared for me. He tried even though I had nothing unless I stole it. The water turns off and I blink. It brings everything into focus. From what I can see all the walls are white with nothing on them. I barely move as I take a hesitant swallow. Nausea makes my mouth water and I close my eyes and try to breathe through it. I can’t throw up. Jason will know I’m sick.
Don’t throw up, don’t throw up, you’re so close, I chant in my head as I breathe in Jason’s spicy scent. For some weird reason, over the last couple of weeks it calms my stomach when nothing else does. Opening my eyes, I look out the windows and exhale. Nothing but green trees and brush cover the hillside all the way down to what I’m guessing is the Valley.
Jason’s house has a view that I can’t help think people have to pay a lot of money to see.
“God,” I mumble as I remember last night. I’m pissed at myself for thinking he was going to propose to me. Instead he wants me to wear his stupid vest and be his whore.
Un. Fucking. Believable.
The need for him to love me, cherish me has become my goal. Call it never having any stability in my life, and Jason provides that.
None of this is enough. Having him admit that I’m his and he’s never letting me go is cheap without a rock on my finger. Sighing I throw a hand over my eyes as I try to reason with myself. I’m obsessed with him, but that doesn’t mean he feels the same way. I mean, what the hell? I hate how they call their women ole ladies! That’s not me. Now if I could feel better, I’d be able to do more to entice him. Instead all I want is for him to come out of the shower and hold me and tell me he loves me.
Groaning, I swallow back the bile. I’m so stupid! Stupid, stupid girl.
“You okay, Angel?”
Caught up in the pity rant in my head, I drop my hand almost screaming. “Yes,” I whisper swallowing and trying not to bolt to the toilet.
He stands, glistening wet with a white towel wrapped low around his waist.
“You’re so hot.” It comes out raspy, and his eyes change.
He grins. “You going to be a good girl today?” And his words go straight to my wet core. God, I’m pathetic, but fuck it—I need him to fuck me.
“Yes.” I nod and pull the sheet down so he can see my breasts. I can’t help but bite my lip to stop smiling as his cock swells and the white towel moves along with it.