Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
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Eric finished the grill and smiled at his bounty.
The rest of the guys had been scarce all day. He’d taken a long walk around the property and all his thoughts were on his woman. He couldn’t exactly call Daphne his woman, but it wasn’t going to be long before he had her eating out of the palm of his hand. The way she’d looked when she came apart, damn, just thinking about it made his balls ache. He’d taken a long, cold shower after, but that wasn’t enough to stem his need for her.
All he wanted to do was to get lost inside all of her.
“You must be in a good mood if you’re cooking,” Micah said, coming inside.
“I certainly am. It’s a glorious day.”
Micah smiled. “Now that I can agree with.”
Eric looked toward his friend and paused. Micah seemed relaxed. “What put you in a good mood?”
“Our woman. Let’s just say she gave me a gift that I certainly enjoyed.” He released a chuckle and laughed.
Eric frowned. “What kind of gift?”
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Oh, please. You can’t keep anything to yourself. You’ve always been the one to tell us when you got your dick wet.”
Micah laughed, coming close to the table to snag a grape. Eric had found them in the fridge. He’d made a large salad, had some potatoes baking in the oven, and even a cream pie in the fridge.
He’d expected Daphne to make an appearance in the kitchen, but nothing. There had been no way for him to impress her. His friends were getting through to her, but he had a lot of shit to make up for. There wasn’t any excuse. Nothing good enough.
“Daphne’s not like any other woman, and I’m not kissing nor am I telling. What I feel is between her and me, and what we did.”
“What did you do exactly?” Eric asked. Jealousy rushed up his spine, filling the void deep in his stomach.
Micah popped another grape into his mouth. “Not saying a word.”
“Now you’re starting to piss me off.”
“Don’t you wish you were me?” Micah winked at me.
Eric turned to see Dean joining them. “It’s about time. Do you think you can get this asshole to shut up? He’s bragging about what he and Daphne did today.”
“What did you do?”
“Not telling.”
“I took her virgin pussy,” Dean said. “So I know for a fact you didn’t fuck her.”
Silence rang out. Eric turned fully to look at his friend. “Are you kidding me right now?”
“Nope,” Dean said. “What can I say? An opportunity arose and let’s just say she is so tight. I can’t wait to have another go.”
Eric looked from Micah, to Dean, then back again. “Okay, what the hell did you get?”
“What did you get?” Micah asked.
“I asked first.”
“Tough.”
Eric gritted his teeth, glaring at Micah.
“You may as well tell him,” Dean said. “He’s got that stubborn look and when he’s like that, we don’t achieve shit.” Dean grabbed a piece of lettuce, leaning back in one of the armchairs.
Eric wanted to punch him. Actually, he wanted all the details, but instead, he just looked at Micah.
“I got the blowjob of a lifetime and fuck me, she was incredible.” He let out a whistle and laughed. “She is … damn. I can’t even begin to tell you guys how amazing she is, but please know, it’s the best.”
Eric threw his tongs onto the grill and stepped back.
“What’s the matter?” Dean asked.
“I think it’s safe to say that you two are the winners right now, huh?” He shook his head.
“It’s not over,” Dean said.
“She can’t even bear for me to touch her. I know I fucked up all those years ago, but all I got was to see her … come. I watched her play with herself and as soon as she finished, she was gone.”
He stepped away from the table, losing all of his appetite.
“You ever think that maybe you haven’t given her enough time?” Micah asked. “She came to me.”
“I need to clear my head,” Eric said.
“What have you been doing all day?” Dean asked.
He’d been on cloud fucking nine. Now he was in the fucking dumps because his two best friends got a piece of what he wanted, and it pissed him off more than anything.
Stepping away from the grill, he took off, going toward the gate. The lockdown restrictions demanded they not leave the property unless necessary or for exercise. He had to walk, or he was going to murder his best friends. They had always been close and now, well, it looked like they were going to get everything he ever wanted.
Running fingers through his hair, he picked up his pace as rage filled him. One foot in front of the other, he charged forward, determined not to let the anger consume him. It would be so easy to let it, but instead, after about ten minutes of a fast pace, he started to calm.