Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
It was somewhere around the time that she was using her hands to I don’t know… marinate something or mix ingredients, who knows, that I couldn’t seem to hold back any longer.
I made my way toward her, dropping down on my knees behind her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding breathless.
“Shh,” I demanded as I pressed her thighs wider to make room for me. “Be a good girl and keep making dinner,” I said as my tongue traced up her cleft from behind.
She tried at first to keep going, but it wasn’t long before she was bracing her forearms on the counter top, her hips rocking as I licked and sucked.
By the time my fingers slid inside of her again, she was already getting so fucking close.
I kept feasting on her, taking her through one orgasm and toward another.
By the time the second one coursed through her, her thighs were shaking and her moans had become airy whimpers.
“Definitely a lot of perks to naked cooking,” I decided as I got back to my feet, my hands sliding up her sides to tease her breasts before moving away to have a seat at the table.
Forcing some strength into her legs, she turned to look at me, shooting me a bleary-eyed, but playful, grin. “I think I’ve suddenly become allergic to clothing,” she declared, getting a laugh out of me.
“I have no objections to this new allergy of yours. Definitely better to be safe and not wear anything ever.”
To that, she laughed as she got back to work, refusing my help when I offered a few times.
“What’s with the third plate?” I asked as she plated all of the food. “The fish eating with us?”
“I’m going to bring a plate over to your uncle after we eat,” she said. “Seems like the right thing to do.”
“I’m gonna have to insist you put on clothes for that,” I said, making her smile spread.
“I’m actually going to get something on now,” she said, reaching to untie her apron, then pull it off. “Hot food on bare skin doesn’t sound fun,” she added before turning and walking away.
Did I watch her ass the whole way? Sure as fuck did.
She came back out in silky sage pajama pants and another of her cut-off shirts, this one in black.
“You won’t be offended if he doesn’t eat it, will you?” I asked as we sat down to eat.
“No. He does seem pretty against anything with vegetables in it,” she said as she waved at our veggie lasagne. “It’s more about the gesture. Does he know you’re here?”
“He… doesn’t,” I admitted hesitantly, worried about how I might offend her with that.
“Do you not want him to know we’re involved?” she asked, not sounding the least bit offended.
“I’m cool with everyone else knowing,” I told her. “Uncle Will just… has a way of making me regret telling him anything about my personal life.”
“I get that. Also, it’s maybe one thing if he heard me getting busy with someone over here. Might be a complete other for him to know it’s the two of us.”
“Fuck, didn’t even consider that,” I said, wincing.
“I know, right? We’re adults and everything. But it’s still weird. I kind of get why my brother insisted on separate rooms when he would bring a girl home for the holidays.”
“Yeah. We can tell him if you’re not comfortable concealing the truth.”
“No,” she said, almost a little too eagerly. “No, it’s totally fine,” she said more calmly.
But before I could even think to ask her more about it, to probe around the issue, she was changing the conversation to her excitement over her new projects, about how much fun she’d had at the clubhouse.
After dinner, she’d dropped off the food I was sure I would scrape in the trash the next time I visited him. And then we both made our way to the bedroom, seemingly both exhausted.
We didn’t even have sex, just fell into a mass of tangled limbs and exhausted minds and slept for several long hours.
I was the one to wake up first, my arm dead asleep from her sleeping soundly on it.
Carefully, I slid it out, then flopped the limp down on my leg as I sat off the side of the bed, waiting for the pins and needles to let up.
It was then that I noticed that her top nightstand drawer was open a few inches.
And inside was her whiteboard.
It hadn’t been stolen?
She’d ripped it down?
Why?
Feeling like a creep for snooping, I started to pull the drawer open, catching the bottom word only.
Bitch.
I was trying to quietly open the drawer more to see what else the asshole scrawled on it, but it was just then I heard a eerily familiar screeching sound of tires.
Then the expected pop pop pop.
“What…” Jade said, jolting awake, staring blearily at me as I suddenly turned, grabbing her, and yanking her onto the floor, sliding my body over hers. “What’s going on?” she asked, sounding breathless.