Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Why did the cave have a door?”
I pause. “It was a special cave. The kind of cave that has doors.”
“Oh,” she whispers.
“And the dragon really wanted to breathe his fire all over her. He wanted to turn her into a kebab. But the dragon was feeling nice, so he decided to give her a ride on his wings back to the safety of her home village. He helped her back in through her front door, wished her a good night, and then… then he left her with a warning. ‘Never come back,’ he said. He told her that dragons do very mysterious dragony things in their caves, and it’s no place for little hobbits with furry feet. So he told her if she ever came back, he would turn her into a kebab and gobble her up. The end.”
Meemee smiles. “I like the dragon.”
“Well, you’re not supposed to,” I say.
“I do.” She closes her eyes, still smiling. “If I was that hobbit, I’d go back to his cave and knock again. I don’t think he’s really gonna burn her up.”
I sigh. “He definitely will. You can believe that.”
“Nope,” she says, eyes still closed. “You can go, Mr. Jesse. I’m sleeping now.”
I grin a little. “Night, Kid.”
I turn and see Andi standing in the doorway. She has mostly buttoned up her shirt, but not completely. I see the slightest sliver of her breast and her bra. In an instant, I’m completely ready to go again.
“That was really cute,” she whispers once we’ve left Meemee’s room.
“I need to get inside you or I’m going to fucking explode,” I say.
Andi laughs, but her eyes linger on me in a way that says there’s arousal beneath her amusement. “I don’t know, Jesse. What if the dragon turns me into a kebab? You had to make yourself something cool, huh? You didn’t want to be a beaver?”
“The story about a beaver isn’t PG.”
She frowns, looking confused, then blushes and laughs. “I don’t know if that’s gross or funny.”
We make it back to Mikey’s room and I’m very tempted to lock the door, but I know I shouldn’t. I close it quietly this time, then point at the bed. “Get on the bed. Take off your clothes.”
Andi salutes me sarcastically, then starts walking backwards seductively as she reaches for the next button on her blouse. Every ounce of my attention is on her fingers.
And then the door opens again, bumping me in the back.
I look down in disbelief as Meemee shuffles past me, dragging her teddy bear behind her. “Hi, Mr. Dragon. Gonna burn me up?”
All I can do is stare as she waves to Andi, then crawls into the center of the bed, yawns, and goes to sleep.
I throw my hands up. “What do we do?” I ask.
Andi bites her lip. “I guess you’re going to explode,” she says, barely holding back laughter.
“Not funny,” I warn.
“I mean, it kind of is.”
“Tomorrow,” I say, pointing at her. “We’re picking up where we left off.”
“It’s a date,” Andi says.
We both get ready for bed without much conversation.
I want to tell myself we’ll go straight to my cabin in the morning and finish what we started, but I know the guys are going to be there. It’s a Saturday, and Nolan always makes team breakfast for us when it’s a weekend and we’re in the same place. And Caroline needs Andi and me to be there for the first Frostival event in the afternoon. We have to help set up all afternoon and participate at night.
I’m going to have to survive the entire fucking day while keeping my hands to myself. It might literally kill me.
Andi pauses before I go to my side of the bed. She has changed into a big t-shirt she must’ve stolen from my closet at the cabin without me realizing. She eyes me, then looks at Meemee, who is still sleeping. “Um,” she tiptoes toward me, lifting her face so her mouth is close to my ear. “You might not be the only one who explodes if you don’t get some kind of release. I feel too weird to… you know. But maybe we could…”
I perk up. “We could what?”
“Come here.”
She beckons me toward the bathroom and pulls the door shut quietly once I’m inside. She takes me by the wrist and carefully guides my palm between her legs.
I go completely stiff. In more ways than one.
My fingers glide down the silky fabric of her panties, running over the rounded skin between her legs.
She shudders, then reaches in the waistband of my pants and grips me. “Is this okay?” she whispers.
“Fuck, yes,” I say.
I kiss her, circling her and letting her pump her fist against me. “Only this,” she breathes. “Just our hands, okay?”
I nod. A greedy part of me wants to complain that it’s not enough–that I want more. But if this is all she’s comfortable doing while Meemee is sleeping in the bed right outside the door, then I’ll take it. At least I won’t have a near fatal case of blue balls in the morning.