Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“You need me to stop?” That’s the last thing I want, but if she’s gotta go or is too sore, I’ll be damned if I take this further.
“Umm, not necessarily. Maybe a brief intermission. I need sustenance, big guy.” She may say she’s hungry, but the way she’s grinding against me tells me a completely different story.
“Fuck, completely forgot to feed you last night.” I take my hand away, so close to fucking her with my fingers. I’ll be damned if I let her starve though, not when I’m more than capable of scrounging up some food.
“It’s okay. Food was the last thing on my mind. Unfortunately, it’s a necessity now.” I sit up, my arm going around her waist. The sheet drops down, and Drena gets with the program. She wraps her legs around me, and my hand slides up her spine until my fingers tangle in her raven-colored locks.
“Food, shower, and bed. Then I’ll take you home to get ready for work.” Her brown eyes darken to molten lava, her nipples pebbled tighter against my chest, and I can feel her wetness coat my bare length. Jesus, holding myself back from lifting her up in order to slam her down on my cock is taking everything I have.
“Kade.” She’s not agreeing or disagreeing. Her body, though, is telling an entirely different story. One that says she’d rather not do anything except stay in bed all day. I’d be down for that, except her stomach takes that moment to let out a loud growl. “Well, that’s embarrassing.” A bubble of laughter erupts from her as she places her hand on her stomach.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m not sure what all I have in the fridge, so it may be slim pickings. Hitting the grocery store wasn’t on my list of priorities.” Fuck, it still won’t be until later this evening. I’ve got to stop by the surf shop and see how things are going. While I was still doing time in the service, a buddy of mine was being medically discharged himself. Rhodes is a good six years older than me and he had nowhere to call home. I told him to crash at my place when he got out, if that’s what he wanted. My house was sitting empty, so he used it until he got his feet back on solid ground, figured out if the coast of Florida was for him. Fast forward six months, and Rhodes found a place of his own. I had leave six months later, he had an idea, needed an investor, and now I’m half partner of a surf shop called Whitecaps.
“I’m not picky, unless you to try to feed me eggplant or mushrooms. Then all bets are off. You’ll never see me again.”
“Pretty sure you’re safe from those ingredients today. I’m thinking the only thing you’re going to get will be eggs, toast, and coffee.” And I’d have to thank Rhodes for having the forethought to pick up a few things.
“Thank goodness.” My hand tightens its hold in her hair, tipping her head down. I’m going to need another taste of her to get through breakfast, that’s for damn sure.
“Mouth, babe,” I demand.
“Morning breath, big guy.” She’s staying still, too still.
“Don’t give a fuck.” She doesn’t get another word out before my mouth is on hers, and there are no pretenses. I take what I want from the woman I only met yesterday, and she gives herself over to me completely.
3 Drena
“Thanks for last night and breakfast and the ride home.” I’m back in last night’s clothing, minus my thong. There is no way I’d wear dirty underwear home. True to Kade’s word, he fed me, bathed me, and took me once more. This time, it was with me bent over in the shower, hands flat on the tile wall, and him hitting me deeper than he did last night. My thighs, my hips, and my lower back are currently feeling the aftereffects of him and his powerhouse ways.
“Not a problem, babe. Hand me your phone.” I take the device out of my back pocket and unlock it, figuring we’re exchanging numbers, which may be presumptuous of me. I wait patiently while Kade does his thing, pulling out his own phone, which I see light up. His fingers fly seamlessly over the screen with ease. The ringing alerts me of what he’s doing. Kade isn’t just inputting his number in my phone, he’s making sure he has my number as well. “I’ll call you later.” He places the device in my hand.
“Alright,” I reply, unsure if I should hug or kiss him. I mean, he’s already done way more than any other man I’ve been with ever has, and honestly, it’s refreshing.
“Not gonna put my mouth on you again, Drena. I do that, neither one of us will get shit done,” Kade answers my internal thoughts, and while I understand what he’s saying, I’m still bummed about it.