Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“You don’t have to,” I say, glancing towards the condom in his hand. “If you don’t want. It’s not the right time in my cycle anyway.” We’ve never had sex without a condom before. I’ve never had sex without a condom, period. But it’s Sawyer.
An unreadable expression crosses his face, then he shakes his head and slides the condom out of the package.
“No, it’s not worth the risk. I never should’ve asked that of you,” he says, referring, I’m sure, to a conversation we had early on when he asked if we were going to ditch the condoms anytime soon, since I’m on the pill and both of us are clean.
I told him no.
Now I have a moment of surprise and a sting of rejection, if I’m being truthful, that he just turned me down. I don’t have time to linger on it, because he’s rolled the condom on and is nudging into me.
“I love you, Everly,” he says, smiling down at me, that fucking dimple a shotgun to my heart. Then he slides into me an inch at a time.
I exhale a groan and tilt my hips up, welcoming him, my heels planted on the bed by his thighs, digging into the mattress for leverage.
He fills me, sinking into me until our bodies are flush. His hands slide under my back, his palms cupping my shoulders to hold me in place before he thrusts.
“I love you, too,” I tell him, as he presses his forehead to mine and begins to move.
We stay like that throughout, my arms wrapped around his neck, his face inches from mine. Whispered words of lust and love from beginning to end.
After, I grab the phone from the tripod and lie with my head on his chest, arm extended so we can view the recording.
“Hmm, that didn’t really go as I’d planned,” I say sleepily, dropping my arm and stopping the playback with a flick of my thumb.
“No?” he questions, his fingers combing through strands of my hair and down my back.
“I think we recorded ourselves making love instead of the dirty hard fuck I assumed we’d document. It’s kind of a shitty sex tape.”
His hand stills on my hair, his lips pressing the top of my head before he speaks. “No, it’s perfect.”
Forty-One
“Good day student teaching?”
Chloe has just walked in, hanging her coat on the back of the door. She gets home every day after five, exhausted and smiling.
“The best!” She grins. “The kids are amazing. I can’t wait till the fall when I’ll officially be a teacher and have my very own class.” She sighs happily as she pops a mug of water into the microwave to heat. “What are you working on?” she asks, nodding to the laptop open on my lap, notes strewn about me on the bed.
“Paper,” I reply, closing the laptop with a snap. “It’s not even due for two weeks. Impressed?” I tend to cram projects into the last minute while Chloe turns in assignments a week early.
“Whoa, hold on.” Chloe peers out the window, looking at the sky. “Is it a full moon tonight? What is happening?”
“Ha, ha. Cute.”
“No, seriously. What’s going on? And why are you doing homework on a Friday night instead of getting ready for Sawyer to pick you up?”
“He cancelled. Emergency or something.” I pull my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. “So I ordered a pizza and I’m working on a paper.” I make a face. “Ugh. It’s even worse out loud than it was in my head.”
“Don’t worry, staying in one Friday night won’t make your hymen grow back together, I promise.” The microwave dings and she dunks a tea bag into the mug of hot water.
“No, I don’t think that’s possible in my case. Sawyer’s pretty big.”
“I’m sorry I brought it up.” She groans.
I cross my legs and plop my chin in my hand. I miss him.
“So you’re not going over at all tonight? I haven’t seen you on a Friday night in weeks.”
“No.” I shake my head, chin still in my palm. “Don’t worry, I won’t interrupt your Criminal Minds marathon.”
“Okay.” She grins, grabbing her laptop and tapping it to life.
“Is it weird that he cancelled?” I ask, giving voice to the nagging worry that’s been bouncing around my brain for the last hour.
“I don’t know, is it?” Chloe glances over at me then back to her keyboard, flipping through the options on her Netflix account. She selects an episode and sets the laptop on top of the microwave where we can both see it. She doesn’t need to pay close attention since she’s seen every episode already. Honestly, I think she just enjoys having it running in the background, the way most people enjoy music.
“I don’t know.” I twist a piece of hair around my finger and stare at her open laptop while I think. “We had a great time on Wednesday, his birthday. I slept over, he dropped me off on his way to work yesterday morning and I haven’t talked to him since.”