Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Last night, he’d texted, asking me what I was eating for dinner. We had gone back and forth, covering everything from the basketball game that he was watching in the living room with Levi to Doreen wrapping up his cast so he could shower himself. He could go downstairs now and get around on his own more.
My thoughts seemed to get stuck on him throughout the day, and as confusing as this man was, I didn’t seem to be able to stop myself from texting with him. When I had been around him, he’d seemed to hate me, but now that we never saw each other, he texted me daily. I wondered if there was a female alive who could ignore this man.
After eating a sandwich, my last whoopie pie, and watching two episodes of Gossip Girl, I had to accept the fact that Gage wasn’t texting me tonight. The disappointment that came with that sank in my chest like a brick. I hated this feeling, and the more I texted with him, the more power over my emotions he seemed to gain.
Opening a bottle of pinot noir, I poured a glass and went to run myself a bubble bath. Perhaps some hot water, wine, and music could ease this uncomfortable ache. I had only myself to blame for this. The man had kicked me out of his house, and I still continued to respond to him when he texted. Not because I was scared either. I did it because I wanted to. It was almost as if I physically could not ignore him. No matter how badly he humiliated me.
Taking off my clothes, I stepped into the bath and sank down into the bubbles. Just as I was getting comfortable, my phone dinged, and I sat up, dried off my hands, and picked it up while that stupid flutter of giddiness replaced the heaviness that had been there.
It no longer hurts to jerk off.
I read that three times and squirmed in the tub. Okay, he was going to talk about this. I should ignore him. Put the phone down and act like I hadn’t read that. If I were smart, I wouldn’t let myself interact with him. Especially not about anything sexual. I was an idiot though.
I texted him back:
I hope you got some relief then.
No more, Shiloh. Leave it at that. Be smart.
More than once.
I felt my nipples harden. Ugh, Gage Presley, why?! I was weak.
And you are telling me this … why?
Because I wish you weren’t. I didn’t need this visual.
When I closed my eyes, it was the image of your mouth on my cock that did it. Felt like you should know.
I sucked in air as I reread that. My body hummed with pleasure just from words on a screen.
Me? I sent back to him.
Yes. You.
I laid my head back, breathing harder as I thought about him moving his hand up and down his cock. The sound of him groaning, thinking of me as he did it. His ripped chest flexing along with his bicep. Good Lord, I was only human, and that was too much. I slipped a finger inside me and let out a moan. My phone dinged again. I wanted to finish this, get my own relief first. I looked over at my phone lying beside the tub and read his text.
You going quiet on me again?
I didn’t want him to disappear. Not when I was about to give myself an orgasm with him being the inspiration. Biting my lip, I reached over and typed out.
Just following your lead.
I pressed Send. I thought that was more vulnerable than I needed to be with Gage. He could shut me down and hurt me so easily. He’d proven that over and over.
The loud ring of the phone caused me to jump. Looking down at Gage’s name, I felt as if I’d been caught doing something wrong. He was calling me. The thought of answering him after I sent a text like that was equally frightening and exciting. It wasn’t like I would be seeing him again. There was comfort in hiding behind a phone.
“Hello?” I sounded breathless.
“Are you fucking yourself?” he asked roughly.
“Well, you said you did, and I’m taking a bath, and it sounded nice,” I replied, feeling defensive.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Finish. I want to listen.”
I sat up and shook my head as if he could see me. “I can’t do that.” But I wanted to.
“Yes, the fuck you can. Now, stick those pretty fingers back inside that sweet pussy and fuck yourself. Now, Shiloh.” His hard, demanding voice made me tremble and the ache between my legs throb.
“Okay,” I breathed as I picked up where I’d left off.
“I want to hear you,” he growled.
“Okay,” I panted.
My breathing became erratic, and I could hear myself moan as I rubbed my finger over my clit. The fact that he was listening to me seemed dirty, and I liked that. It wasn’t something I’d done before.