Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“So, Ellie,” Chantelle says, rubbing her belly that’s growing fast, and sipping on her soda, “How are you liking living in hot-ville?”
I laugh softly. The alcohol is making me feel warm, and nice inside. Like it’s slowly taking the pain I carry around away, and leaving me with a relaxed, easy feeling that I’m not familiar with, but I like a whole lot. “I’m not exactly sure what you mean...”
She grins. “You’re living in the house of hot. I mean, it’s like you get a new hot body guard every day. That must be nice, at least on the eyes.”
I giggle. “Yeah, I guess it is.”
“Who do you think is the hottest?” Damon asks with a cheeky grin, crossing his arms.
“Have to be you, Damon, hands down.”
He chuckles and fist pumps the air. “Fuckin’ knew it!”
The girls all laugh.
“How is it living with Slater?” Charlie asks. “Is it awkward?”
She then looks to Damon. “You’re one of the girls for this next hour, so whatever we say, stays in this circle.”
Damon rolls his eyes. “Ellie and I are besties. I know everything about Slater.”
Charlie laughs. “Good, now, Ellie, back to the question.”
I sip my drink and shrug, “It’s not really awkward, no. He kind of feels like...I don’t know, like I’ve known him forever and it just doesn’t feel weird to be around him. He’s quiet, and sometimes I don’t know what to say, but he’s always kind, and he’s always helping me out.”
“He’s lovely,” Saskia sighs. “You’re a lucky girl. I’m coming for a sleep over, don’t tell Mason.”
I smile at her. “I won’t say a word.”
“Does he walk around shirtless?” Scarlett asks, fanning herself. “He’s got one hell of a body.”
I giggle, feeling light, and strange. “He does.”
“God. Ew.” Damon scrunches his nose. “This conversation is making me want to puke.”
“Don’t be jealous, Damon,” Charlie laughs. “I’m sure you look nice without a shirt.”
Damon crosses his arms, and all the girls glance at his biceps that are bulging. Yeah, he would most certainly look good without a shirt. He’s an incredibly attractive man.
“You’re damn right I would,” he says, “In fact, I’m feeling a little hot right now...”
He grabs his shirt and flicks it off, which makes all the girls laugh and squeal. I can’t help it, I burst out laughing too as Damon stands and starts strutting up and down the porch. And it feels good to laugh, so damned good. Like I’m finally free, like there is no horror, just happiness and a bright future.
That feels really nice.
“Put it away, Damon!” Scarlett laughs.
“Yeah, jesus!” Chantelle tosses at him.
“Poor Damon,” Amalie giggles.
Damon sits back down, sans shirt, and keeps his big shit eating grin.
“I’ll be taking numbers later.”
I roll my eyes, and he winks at me.
And for the first time in forever.
I actually feel at home.
~*~*~*~
THEN – SLATER
I kiss her, hard and deep, and move my body over hers, relishing in her breathy moans. Making love to Ellie, is out of this world, and the way she clutches me makes me a feel like a man a million times over. Like I’m her protector, like I’m everything that makes her world right. Her fingers glide down my arms, her back arches, and her breasts press against my chest.
Like this, Ellie is even more beautiful.
Closing my eyes, I tip my own head back and moan as I cum, deep inside her, my body shaking, everything tightening. The sounds of her moans fading out from her orgasm, make mine all the more pleasurable. I lower my head and my mouth finds her forehead. I kiss her, softly, and then her eyes flutter open and hold mine.
“I’ve heard other girls talking about sex,” she says softly. “But I never thought it would be this incredible. With you, it’s like all my dreams have come true. I don’t know how anyone could make my body feel that good, but you do.”
I grin down at her. “That’s because I want to make your body feel good, I want to make you feel good, because seeing you feel good, makes me feel fuckin’ amazing.”
She smiles, her cheeks rosy pink, and reaches up, running her hands through my hair. “Do we have to go home tonight?” she pouts.
“Yeah, honey,” I murmur, rolling off her and pulling her into my arms.
Her naked body is warm, and pressing against me, it makes my dick stir again. I want her so damned much. More than I’ve ever wanted a single thing in my entire life.
We’ve been away for the last two nights. A secluded cabin in the woods, just me and her, making love, hiking, swimming, drinking beer by the fire. It’s been the best few nights of my life, and I never want to leave. Because leaving means facing reality, and I don’t want to fuckin’ face reality.