Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 73091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay? You got kind of…rigid.”
The elevator. The fall. My stomach in my throat. The fear. The panic.
Then the lights.
The doors…
I closed my eyes, squeezing out any remainder of the memory that threatened to come forth. No. Not now. Not now. Not now.
I pulled Charlie back to me, enclosing her in my arms. I drew comfort from her warmth, from her closeness.
From her.
“What can I do for you?” she asked, her breath a sweet breeze on my neck.
“Just stay here. Be with me.”
“I can do that.”
We stood in the studio, embracing, for a long, long time.
47
Charlie
We didn’t make love. When I finally got Roy to leave the studio, we went to the bedroom, shed our clothes, and lay down in each other’s arms. He was asleep almost instantly.
Poor thing hadn’t slept the night before.
I snuggled up to him, his arm around me, listening to the comfortable sound of his heartbeat.
What was it about the Wolfes?
First Lacey fell for Rock in a week, and now I fell for Roy. Would someone crawl out of the woodwork and fall for Reid next week?
I smiled to myself. What was going on with the Wolfes right now was serious. Dangerous, even, but I was happier than I could ever remember being. Crazy.
Tomorrow was Saturday, and I needed to go home. And…I needed to tell Roy I was having dinner with Blaine. That wouldn’t go over well. He was going to see Dr. Woolcott, though. Did I really need to tell him? He’d be at his session for two hours, most likely. My dinner would end around the same time. We could meet back here, or at my place.
God. Was I really considering lying to Roy? That was no way to begin a relationship.
I sighed and glided my fingers over Roy’s rock-hard chest and abs. His nipples tightened under my touch. I smiled again.
“Wake up, silver.”
My eyes popped open. Roy was above me, his cock poised at my pussy.
“I checked. You’re ready. What were you dreaming about, baby?”
I smiled. He rarely called me baby. I liked it. Silver was sweet and was only for me. It was my favorite, but something about a man calling me baby… It made me feel cherished.
Blaine had never called me baby.
And enough of that. I erased Blaine Foster from my mind and concentrated on the gorgeously handsome man about to start fucking me.
“I don’t remember,” I said, “but I must have been dreaming of you.”
“You sure are wet.” He met my gaze, his eyes smoking with desire. “I need you. I need you now.”
“Then take me. I’m yours, Roy.”
He thrust into me harshly. Yes, I might’ve woken up wet, but still the invasion burned as he tunneled into me. A good burn. The perfect burn. A burn that was meant to be.
“You feel so good,” he said, his voice husky. “I swear to God, nothing has ever felt this good.”
I moaned in response, unable to form words. Right now, my whole world was his cock inside me—thrusting, thrusting, thrusting—taking me home. Making me alive.
I wasn’t after an orgasm, so when one crept up on me I gasped in surprise. Simple penetration didn’t usually do it for me, but he was plunging into me so hard that his pelvic bone was hitting my clit with just enough force to send me over the edge.
“I’m coming. God, Roy. I’m coming…”
“Come, baby. Please. Come for me, silver. Always come for me.”
More words tumbled out of my mouth, but I didn’t grasp the meaning of any of them. Only the feeling, only the pure emotion coiling within me and spreading outward, only the pure rapture and lust. I came and I came and I came, and just as I hit the peak and started floating downward, Roy thrust into me so hard, hitting my clit and sending me toppling back into the clouds once again.
“Yes,” he said through clenched teeth. “Yes, God, so good.”
We came together, then, not just two bodies, not just two climaxes, but two hearts and two souls.
Roy’s brow was slick with sweat, and a few drops rained onto my face. His gorgeous hair was in disarray, tickling my cheeks and neck.
When he rolled off me and onto his back, I hurriedly snuggled into his shoulder, assuming the position I’d slept in all night.
“That was amazing,” I said.
He didn’t respond for a few seconds. Then, “You’re amazing, silver. Everything about you is amazing.”
Again, my dinner with Blaine catapulted into my mind. I wanted to erase it away, not let anything soil this beautiful moment with Roy. But I wasn’t going to lie to him. Yes, I might get away with it, but it didn’t feel right. It would be an ugly stain on this blooming relationship. I didn’t want that.
“Roy?”
“Yeah?”
“Would it bother you if I didn’t go to Dr. Woolcott’s with you tonight?”