Total pages in book: 238
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
The end of the movie. When the lights came up.
My dick swelled and hardened, and I threaded my fingers through the back of her hair, fisting it as I nuzzled into her mouth. “Em, Jesus.”
She came up, both of us tightening our arms around each other as the heat of her lips fell over mine. “Just until the end of the movie,” she whispered.
Sweat cooled my pores, and my cock twitched. I wanted everything at once, and my hands shook so fucking bad, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I didn’t want to scare her.
We held each other, our mouths centimeters apart as I came in and she inched away, and then she came in, and I held back, playing.
And then finally…
I caught her bottom lip with my teeth, she whimpered, and her mouth sank into mine, every nerve in my body firing as her warmth hit my tongue and her taste filled my head.
God, I’d waited for this, but as soon as my mouth moved over hers and her body filled my hands, I wasn’t in a hurry anymore. I slowed everything, slipping my hand under her skirt and squeezing her thighs as she repositioned herself and straddled me.
I wanted this to last forever.
“So soft,” I panted over her mouth.
God, her lips were soft.
I kissed her, both of us getting faster and harder, and when she came in for more and more, I was high. My dick strained against my pants, and I gripped her thighs, pressing her down on me.
She moaned, diving down to my neck and yanking my tie looser so she could get to more of my skin.
My head floated, the feel of her mouth blazing through my body with the sweetest pain. We nibbled and teased each other, and I wanted to take things off and see her. I wanted to touch her and kiss her in other places.
But I had to go slow. I didn’t want this to be over, and she scared easily.
My cock bulged, and I felt it almost there. I grabbed her head, holding her to me and stopping her from moving, but not letting her go.
I…
She grinded on me, nibbling and licking my mouth.
I sucked in a breath. I…
“Shit,” I gasped.
I dug my fingers into her thighs, the theater spinning around us.
Kissing. Only fucking kissing, and I was about to come already.
She breathed hard into my neck, and I could feel her heart racing, too.
I hated it when things ended up being exactly how you hoped they’d be.
I leaned in and kissed her gently, starting slow again and taking my time.
She might regret this tomorrow. She was in a weird mood today, and maybe I was an action movie, here to help her escape, but that wouldn’t fly when I finally took her into bed.
I wanted inside her head first.
Because contrary to whatever she thought, this shit wasn’t ending when the lights came up.
Emory
Present
He’d changed. And I didn’t like it.
It had been over a day since he took my underwear in the pool shower, and he still hadn’t spoken to me. Will was never so angry. Not that I was an expert on him, but I was the temperamental one. He was the lover.
I might’ve been able to get help from him eventually, but I didn’t have time to wait for it.
Aydin’s mind games. Taylor’s leering. Rory’s scowls.
I wasn’t sure why I’d remained protected, but I wasn’t counting on it lasting.
Will could get revenge on me all he wanted. Back in Thunder Bay.
It was time for a plan.
I walked down the hallway and entered the game room, spotting the pool cues on the wall. I took one down, pausing as I looked at all the paintings adorning the maroon wallpaper on the walls.
This place was like Dracula’s Castle with all its nooks and treasures. But sad and dying, too. Why would people send their kids here? Why not a beach, with sun and warmth? Depression only made moods worse. Was this place really supposed to help?
I gazed at the paintings of ships and pirates, of sea battles and sea creatures. What was the connection? Did the person who previously owned the house enjoy the ocean?
Or were we close to one?
A sudden weight anchored me to the ground, a new possibility I hadn’t considered.
If this was an island, I was fucked.
I needed to get to the roof. It was the best view I was going to get.
I shook my head. There were too many problems, and I wasn’t solving any of them. It was Thursday, and my co-workers at the firm would’ve reported me missing by now, right? Missing one day would be odd for me, but two?
I wasn’t friendly with any of them. No one had a key to my apartment. But they’d contact the police if I wasn’t showing up to work or answering my phone. Right?