Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
That peace lasted until I rang the doorbell, and he was just there. I don’t even remember what I said if anything, and then his sister was there bringing me inside. Only to confuse me even more with that odd expression and even odder question.
Now I’m standing out here trying to suck up air. My phone rang, and I didn’t have to look to know who it was. My sister Angel was the only one who knew about tonight. I had to share with someone, and Mom and Dad were out of the question, and my brothers are a definite no-no. That left my older sister Miranda, who would’ve driven to my place and dragged me back home with her.
Angel is just a few years older than me, unlike our three older siblings, who have about a ten-year difference in age between her and me and the one who thinks most like me. That night after I met Thunder for the first time and couldn’t sleep, I’d spent a hard couple of days battling my mind and my body.
I had to tell someone, or I would burst at that point, but never in a million years would I have imagined her saying what she did. I thought for sure she’d have cautioned me and told me to go slow before jumping back into the dating pool, but instead, she told me to go for it.
She claimed that it was time I got back on that horse, but I warned her that this horse was a thoroughbred compared to my husband, who she’d taken to calling the jackass. “All the better; this way, you’d get all the cobwebs cleared out, and you’d finally know what it feels like to have sex with a real man.”
“Dan and I had an okay sex life.”
“I assure you that anyone as selfish as he is is not going to be a good lover. With your limited experience, you won’t know until it happens, but trust me, if this Thunder guy is anything like you’ve described, he’s going to have you speaking in tongues by the end of the night.”
I remember laughing uproariously at her comment, but now I’m swaying more towards her ideas.
“So, how is it going? Is he still as hot as you remembered?”
“Hotter, so much hotter. I think the lighting is better in his house. Anyway, I can’t talk now; I still have more boxes to unload.”
“Fine, but I want all the details later. If the opportunity presents itself, I give you permission, as your older sister, to go for it.”
Now, why would she have to put those thoughts in my head? I hung up the phone before she got any more ideas, but that didn’t stop my mind from straying down that path.
What is he like in bed? Does he have that same animal grace as the wolf he reminds me of? I felt a shiver and had to squeeze my legs together. I think I just came. And looked up right into his eyes. Mercy, mercy, me.
THUNDER
What the hell was she thinking about? I’d been standing in front of her for about two minutes while she just stood there gazing off into space. She was looking dead at me, but I was sure she wasn’t seeing me, if you know what I mean.
I called out to her because I legit thought she was having some kind of seizure, but then I touched her, and her whole body shook like there was a quake. Then swear to fuck, I smelt her heat, and she closed her thighs hard in that way women do when they need to pee or cum.
She snapped back into reality, and there was something new in her eyes. I smirked, and she damn near broke her neck, stepping backward. I guess she tripped over her own foot because the next thing I knew, she was going down hard, and my hands were going around her waist to pull her upright.
That whole thing played itself out in slow motion. I can still see the panic on her face as she fell backward before I reached for her. Okay, you can let go now, Thunder. No, no, the fuck I can’t. Damn, her eyes look like delectable chocolate in the moonlight.
Cool it there, Don Juan De, Lord Byron, you are not. Whatever, I know what I see, and I like what I see. I eventually had to let her up unless I wanted her to think that I was some kind of creep, but I took my sweet time releasing her from my grasp.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I’m being so clumsy.” She looked down, embarrassed, and even that little hint of sadness was too much for me. I lifted her chin with my finger and looked at her for the longest time without speaking.