Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Marlo chuckled as he watched me, enjoying the show. He was shirtless with his dark jeans still on, which had an evident ridge in them.
“You’re so good,” he praised me before leaning down to briefly press his lips against mine, muffling my moans as Marcus drove into me harder and faster. There was no way I was going to last much longer at this point. “We could all watch you all day long.”
“We?” I asked.
Marlo let go of my throat to press his forefinger against my cheek, turning my head to the right so that I could see through the darkness of the unfamiliar room. Along the wall was a loveseat and a cushioned chair, and it soon became clear to me that there weren’t only three people in the room. The twins were on the loveseat, and Gus was stretched out in the cushioned chair. All of them either had their jeans pushed off their hips or had their hands shoved beneath the material, stroking themselves to the sight of me.
A weak, aroused sound broke from me as I watched them, able to make out faint features as shadows fell upon them. The only way I was drawn out of that trance was feeling fingertips against my clit, a surge of euphoria capturing me.
“Oh… please…” I gasped out as Marlo rubbed circles against my clit, stimulating me even more as Marcus slipped his hand under my back to lift my hips slightly. That change in angle was the last push I needed, and the beginning crackles of my orgasm just started lighting me up in a blissful surge.
Before I woke up.
Sweat brimmed my forehead as I sat upright in bed, my skin buzzing with warmth and subtle tingles. I raked my fingers through my hair as I took in a deep breath, the memory of my intense dream lingering in the back of my mind as it slowly started to fade away. There was no way that I could forget that I had a sex dream of the tattoo artists, though. No way.
It had been weeks since I last saw them! My cheeks flared up with heat as I shook my head at myself, embarrassment flushing through me. What in the world was my mind doing conjuring up something so dirty and kinky about guys I’d only met once?
“Get it together,” I muttered as I hastily dragged myself out of bed to get ready for work, unable to dwell on my intense dream for too long.
Chloe had thankfully recovered from the flu, but bills still had to be paid, which meant shifts had to be picked up. After slipping on my black shorts and fitted, black-collared shirt, I slathered some lotion over my tattoo, which was now fully healed. As expected, it looked incredible.
Chloe often grabbed my wrist and looked at it closely, tracing the lines with her forefinger and even drawing it with crayons on a sheet of paper. She was too young to fully realize how much she meant to me, but at least she knew that she was deeply loved. I hoped she knew that forever, even in the stressful times.
Since Chloe had already been dropped off at school, all I had to do was grab my things and get in the car, but I was wary every single time I left the house now. Where was Michael lurking around now? What was he up to? It had been radio silence so far, but I wasn’t naive. He was up to something, but I couldn’t hide in my house biting my fingernails. I had to keep going for my daughter, which was dedication that Michael didn’t understand.
I went through my shift with quick feet and fake smiles, trying to earn tips where I could, which meant a flirty comment or touch here and there when cocky guys came in. I had been asked out or asked for my number quite a few times, but I managed to dodge around pushy guys without any issues. Until tonight.
On the way home, I couldn’t help but notice that a dark car was making every single turn that I was making. As I got closer and closer to my neighborhood, the unsettling weight on my chest got even heavier. It didn’t look like any of my neighbors’ cars, so why were they following me? Were they following me? Was I being paranoid?
Wanting to get home where I felt safest as soon as possible, I pressed down on the gas and sped down the road to my neighborhood, white-knuckling the steering wheel even as I pulled into my driveway. By the time I reached my house, the car was gone, but that didn’t put me at ease. They still knew the general vicinity where I lived, and all I could do was double lock my front door when my mom headed home.