Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“That would be him,” I confirm, holding up my hand to catch the server’s attention, who looks over at my empty glass. He nods his head and turns around. “The one and only.”
“How was it?” She doesn’t even bother looking up at me as she scrolls through his Instagram, something I forced myself to ignore doing. “Damn.” She turns the phone toward me, and there is a picture of Stone with his cousins Christopher, Stefano, and Matty—all of them in bathing suits, all of them shirtless, all of them top-tier boyfriend material. “Look at his body.”
I can’t even stop my hand from reaching out for her phone as I grab it from her. I read the caption first, Summertime fun and mischief. I roll my eyes at it and then make the stupid mistake of reading through the comments. The number of girls is insane, but what did I expect with half a million followers. “It’s a thirst trap,” I mumble, trying not to look only at Stone. I mean, I felt his hard chest under his shirt when he kissed me, but now seeing it, I’m definitely getting tingles elsewhere.
“I don’t know what that is, but someone sign me up for that trap,” Kristal muses as I hand her back her phone. “How was the kiss?” She again just trolls his Instagram while I get another glass of wine, drinking half of it before I speak.
“It was a kiss, and I was surprised,” I admit. “Nothing spectacular,” I lie because, well, what else was I supposed to do, tell her it was the best kiss I’ve ever had? Fuck no. No one needs to know that. Tell her that it was a kiss I still thought about occasionally? I definitely don’t need to say that. Tell her I was a bit disappointed when he didn’t try to kiss me at the wedding? Not one person needs to know that.
So instead, I avoid talking about him and change the subject to talk about work. We each order a burger, and I have two more glasses of wine, and by the time I get home, I’m a little tipsy.
I kick off my boots and dump my bags at the door before walking straight to my bathroom. After I undress, I take a shower, then slide into bed wearing a tank top and panties. I grab my phone and see his Instagram message is still there ready to be read.
Instead of answering his message, I decide to snap a picture of half my face and my naked shoulder as I look up.
Me: Hmmmm, let me think about it for a second,
I type as I press send to the picture and the message.
I can see that he’s just read it, and my heart speeds up as I turn in the bed, waiting for him to answer. I wonder where he is tonight, if he’s home by himself. When was the last time he had sex? Just random thoughts I want to ask him, but know I would rather die than actually ask him these things.
I’m expecting him to answer, but instead, I see a voice message has come through. I hover my finger over the Play button, and then his voice fills my room. It sounds like it’s heavy with sleep. “Damn, gorgeous, I’ve never been more jealous of a bed than I am right now.” He chuckles, and my chest contracts. “What I wouldn’t give to be able to kiss you right now. I’m also thinking of other things we could be doing right now.”
I think about not answering him, but the pull to him is too great. Instead, I press the microphone button and talk into my phone. “Well, I don’t know what you would be doing right now,” I say softly, “but in about five seconds, I’ll be doing that to myself. Have a great night, Stone.” I toss my phone to the side and reach for the vibrator in my drawer, and I may or may not picture him using it on me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
stone
The soft alarm bells start slowly but then build up to a blaring sound. I wait until I can’t stand it anymore before I roll over and turn it off. I check my notifications first, then my email, and finally, I open Instagram since I can’t fucking text her.
The last thing on the chat thread was her voice last night, and I replay it. Her voice comes out soft, and the minute I hear it, my cock gets hard. “Well, I don’t know what you would be doing right now, but in about five seconds, I’ll be doing that to myself. Have a great night, Stone.” Fuck, even hearing it the morning after I’m ready to stroke my cock. But before I jump into the shower, I send her a message.