Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Not a normal one, one that was sexual.
This one was special. Different.
It was unique, and it wound its way deep into me, giving me an extra buzz because tonight had been a dream. I felt like I’d spent the whole day basking in sunshine.
Like this whole date, these experiences, meeting those bikers, had been a part of a different reality. A break in our regularly scheduled programming. I didn’t know if we’d ever go back to Rinascita, but I would savor the memory at least.
When we got to Brett’s house, I didn’t want to keep going slow.
I wanted to let go.
I wanted to let the fast speed back in.
I wanted to have more nights like we just did.
Over another week and a half, we did.
There were dreamy moments.
I took Brett back to the farm and introduced him to the ladies.
Miss Sylvia Rivera stood on his knee and cocked her head back, as if inspecting him for a minute before she jumped down and darted over to me. Marsha P. Johnson was more welcoming, staying on Brett’s lap for ten minutes, her contented cluck almost purring out of her.
But none competed with Nellie Bly. She was a dark chestnut hen with a few black splotches at the top of her hind legs. Usually she’d keep to the back. Clucking to herself, but she took one look at Brett and off she went, running over to him.
Where he went, she followed.
He had no idea what to do. He began speaking to her as if she could understand. Sometimes, she rotated her head around and I wasn’t sure that she didn’t understand. When he tried to pet her before we left, she flapped her wings and took off.
My sides hurt from holding in my laughter. I couldn’t wait for his second visit.
When that happened, Nellie Bly was the first one running toward him. Once she got to him, she began poking at the ground around his feet. Eventually, she settled down, sitting a few feet away, but always near Brett.
It’d been three weeks of happiness. Three weeks of smiling. Laughing.
Holding hands.
Cuddling.
Three weeks where Brett made me pant for him, curse at him, and groan as he slid down my body, where his mouth showed me all the different ways he could suck on my clit, lick between my folds, sliding inside, tasting me, and making me scream for him more than once, always more than once, before he’d let me return the favor.
We were going slow, but we weren’t at the same time.
I usually railed at Brett as he pinned me down with either his hand between my legs or his mouth or both. But he was the one who always held back.
I was considering picking a fight, just to make him snap and he’d have to tear down that iron-clad discipline he kept over both of us, but there was also an itch. A small one that settled between my shoulder blades. That itch was telling me we were running out of time.
That all the dreaminess, the warm sunshine Brett was letting me experience, was going to come to a close. The shadows were done waiting. I felt them drawing nearer until one morning I woke. Brett had already gone to the stadium. I’d slept over at his house and had decided to work from here for the day.
The itch was gone.
I didn’t think about it.
Then my phone buzzed that afternoon, as I was finishing up a meeting with a client.
Vicky: Could you and Brett come out for dinner?
26
BILLIE
Brett’s garage door opened at seven that night.
I’d texted him that Vicky had asked us to come over for dinner. When he came in, he took stock of me in the kitchen nook with my laptop in front of me, and his eyes changed. His head tilted to the side and he went all dark and smoldering, and oh boy. I knew what that look meant.
He was either going to torture me or he was done torturing himself.
My vagina instantly clenched, already wet because he’d primed me for so long that a fucking look from him and I was ready to explode.
I began backing up, not knowing if I could handle him stopping just short of what I wanted, what he wanted, what both of our bodies wanted.
His dick. Inside of me.
All the way inside of me.
And doing it over and over again.
I broke out in a sweat just envisioning the feel of him in me, but I said, “Vicky asked—”
He started for me.
My pulse spiked, while I was already starting to pant. “It’d be rude to be late—”
That’s when he dropped his bag, grabbed me, and threw me over his shoulder.
I shrieked before groaning. “Brett.”
His hand came up to my ass, patting me and then caressing me. “Yeah, baby?”
Baby.
Oooh.
I really liked that.
“Wha–what are you doing?”