Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Finally, I collapsed against his chest, feeling unaccountably shy.
He pressed a kiss to my head and slowly closed my robe.
“How do you feel, Princess?”
I buried my face even more.
“Good.”
“Just good?”
I hit his chest.
“Better than good.”
“Why are you so shy?”
“Because you just . . .”
“Had my lucky finger buried inside your sweet pussy?”
“Oh! Don’t be a pig!”
I hit his chest again and lifted my head to glare at him. I was still embarrassed but he’d somehow charmed me out of wanting to hide. The intensity of my orgasm had once again taken me by surprise. Cain had magic fingers.
And . . . other magic body parts.
“So no hike. Want to go down by the pool?”
I glanced down at his lap, where his hard-on was pitching a very large tent. It was practically a circus tent, it was so big. I could almost hear the elephants and calliope music.
“But you . . .”
“I can wait. I’ll carry a beach bag or something. The cold pool should help.”
I giggled and followed him into the bedroom.
“Are you sure?” I glanced at the bed with a raised eyebrow. I was more than ready to crawl back in with him and make it bounce.
He gave me a curt nod and leaned over a bag I hadn’t noticed before. It was . . . my bag!
“I had your mom pack you a few swimsuits.” He held up something else and grinned at me. “And these.”
Cain held up a pair of never worn hiking boots. I’d bought them years ago when hiking photos on Pinterest had inspired me. I never used them. They even still had the tag.
I glared half-heartedly at him, annoyed and blissfully satisfied at the same time.
“You are a cruel bastard.”
“Yes, I am.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Take your time getting ready.”
I mumbled something about getting my revenge later and promptly fell asleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Cain
I leaned back on the chaise, my hands folded behind my head. I may have looked relaxed, but I was constantly scanning our surroundings. The guys were in the parking lot, but they couldn’t cover the entire grounds all at once. I had staff running a drone over the area every hour, but I still didn’t let my guard down for a minute.
My cock stand was finally a little less noticeable. It had taken a cold shower and a full hour while Kelly napped for me to get a grip on my erection.
I winced. Maybe ‘grip’ was not the right word. I didn’t jack off all that often, and it seemed like a criminal waste to do it with that gorgeous girl in my bed, even if I was saving it for later.
But it felt like it was slowly killing me. She had me fully aroused all the time. Every second of every minute. Maybe eventually, I’d be able to take her four or five times a day to ease the pain. That was what it would take to satisfy me. Never mind that she was far too delicate for even a taste of the hard fucking I had in mind.
Not always hard. But I had a crazy urge to ram into her like a fucking jackhammer. I wanted her so badly, I had a feeling my cock could literally break up cement.
She stretched and stood from the chaise beside me. Her cute little ass was inches away. I wanted to grab it. I wanted to take a damn bite of it. She smiled at me and pulled off the scarf she had wrapped around her waist. Now her bare ass cheeks were right there. I stared hungrily at the sexy spot where her bathing suit had inched up.
And boom, just like that, my raging boner was at full-mast.
“I’m going in. You want to come?”
I grimaced at her choice of words. I did want to come. Deep inside her.
“Maybe in a minute.”
My voice sounded strained as I took in the view. Kelly was wearing a red two-piece that was not even close to being skimpy enough to satisfy me. The bottom was full-coverage, riding high on her hips. It hugged her ass in a delicious way, making it look like a juicy red apple.
I grunted as she turned to wave and dove into the deep end. That was Kelly. She was utterly fearless. I used to think I was the same, but the truth was, I was always afraid these days.
Afraid something would happen to her. Afraid I wouldn’t be enough. Afraid I’d lose her.
And there was no way in hell I was gonna let that happen.
She broke the water in a high, showy arch. My body reacted as if I’d stuck my finger in an outlet. The tank-style top of her bathing suit held those perfect tits firmly in place, but the very tops still jiggled as she bounced up and down in the pool. The thin sliver of flesh between the top and the bottom fascinated me. I’d never wanted to lick a woman’s stomach before.