Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 78227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Down to his knees I go, and then I decide to tease him a little.
I turn my body around, so that while I’m kissing his legs, heading toward his feet, he gets a full view of my ass and pussy.
“Not fair, sweetheart.”
I chuckle softly. Then I kiss his calves, all the way down to his toes.
I kiss each toe, suck on each one gently, and then I can’t help myself.
I wiggle my ass.
Another groan from Brock.
“Turn over,” I say.
He obeys quickly, and I massage the instep of his feet.
Another groan. “Man, that feels good.”
I continue the foot massage for a few more minutes, but I don’t want him to get too used to it. I have other things to do.
I turn around then because he can no longer see my ass anyway.
I continue my upward path, kissing the backs of his calves, up to his knees, which I massage. He chuckles.
“Ticklish?”
“Only the backs of my knees.”
I kiss him there again. “Good to know.”
I slide up his thighs, kissing them, licking them, massaging them…
And then I get to his perfect bronze ass.
I’m experienced with both men and women, but not with the ass.
I’ve never licked an asshole, not a man’s or a woman’s. It’s not that I have anything against it. My sexual activities just never seemed to include it.
But boy… It sure felt good when Brock licked my ass.
Will it feel good to him?
No time to find out like the present.
I massage his ass cheeks gently, peck tiny kisses over them, and then spread them slightly and swipe my tongue over his asshole.
He quivers. “Damn, baby.”
Is this a new sensation for him as well? Clearly he’s licked a lot of asses, but has he ever had his own licked?
I’ll have to ask him later.
Right now, I’m enjoying the quivering it’s inducing.
I flatten my tongue, nudge it against his asshole. Then I roll it and swipe upward, all the way through the crease of his ass cheeks.
I force my tongue into a point next, and I go back to his hole and probe it slightly.
More quivering.
Good. Nicely done, Rory.
“Fuck, Rory. I want you,” he says into his pillow.
But I’m not done yet. I’m not done worshiping this ass. I’m not done worshiping the rest of his body.
I play with his ass for a few more minutes, and then I finally move upward, massaging his back muscles and kissing him as I go. When I get to his shoulders, I straddle him, and I massage him, this time kneading a little more forcefully.
He groans.
He’s so tense.
And I realize…
He hasn’t yet told me what went on in Wyoming.
I’ll ask him later.
Right now? My job is to make him feel good. To relax these tense muscles.
So I continue the massage. I’m good at massages. Raine is not a massage therapist, but she knows a lot about the discipline, and she taught me. I know where all the muscle groups are, and I know how to release tension in some of the upper back.
I do so now.
Trigger points. Compression. Then the long strokes of Swedish massage.
Ten minutes pass and then fifteen.
And when Brock’s groans finally stop…
I realize he’s fallen asleep.
I lean down, kiss the side of his neck.
“I love you,” I whisper. “Relax now. Sleep. We’ll talk in the morning. I love you.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
BROCK
I jerk awake, and for a moment, I’m not sure where I am.
My dreams were hounded by all kinds of images.
Dead bodies.
Children huddled in corners.
And through it all… Doc and Brittany Sheraton.
But I find solace.
I find solace in the woman next to me, softly snoring, her brown hair fanned out on her pillow.
Rory. The love of my life. Rory Pike.
How lucky I am to have found her at such a young age.
Sure, I was looking forward to womanizing for the next ten years, but now I can’t even imagine that fate.
She’s so beautiful. So perfect.
I don’t deserve her.
My family doesn’t deserve her.
God, my family…
How did we let all of this happen?
Donny, Dale, Brad, Dave, Henry, and I… We should’ve seen what was happening.
We should have figured this all out before now, and we should have stopped it.
Don’t blame yourself.
I hear the words in my mother’s gentle voice.
The words are correct. None of this is our fault. We weren’t told the truth of our past, so we had no reason to be looking for anything nefarious in the present.
Rory wakes up, stretches, smiles at me. “Good morning.”
“Hey.” I push her hair out of her eyes. “You’re not supposed to be awake yet. I was going to wake you up with…” I lift my eyebrows.
“I’ll enjoy it more if I’m awake.”
“Spread your legs, sweetheart.” I remove the covers from her and begin my morning feast.
She tastes amazing as always, sweet and tart and musky and perfect all at the same time. Once I pull two orgasms out of her, I climb on top of her and shove my dick inside.