Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Morning,” she said with a smirk.
“Is the storm that bad you had to hide in here?”
“I came to get Katharine, but she couldn’t escape your clutches, so we were having coffee right here,” she teased.
I looked down, realizing she was right. I was wrapped around Katharine as tight as possible. Every inch of me touched her body. I had one hand fisted in her hair, and the other held her to me like an iron bar. My legs intertwined with hers and my cock—my fully erect, desperate-for-release cock—was pressed into her ass. Her firm, accommodating ass, which felt like heaven nestled into my aching erection. I buried my face back into Katharine’s neck, marveling at how natural it felt to wake with her this way.
“Go away, Jenna,” I mumbled.
Katharine pushed against my arm. “Let me go.”
I kissed her neck, liking the shiver that happened this morning. Unlike the fearful tremors last night, this was one of pleasure. It rippled down her spine, her torso flexing, her ass snuggling tighter to my cock.
“Five minutes, Jenna. Give me five minutes,” I added in a throaty voice.
It was only going to take two.
She stood up, laughing. “Men,” she snorted. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”
As soon as the door shut, I flipped Katharine, crashing my mouth to hers. I kissed her hard, needing to feel her lips beneath mine. I stroked her tongue, tracing the contours of her mouth, teasing, yet desperate. I pulled back, gasping.
“You are killing me.”
“I was sleeping,” she protested. “Sleeping.”
“You feel too good.” I thrust against her hip. “Jesus, Katharine.”
Her eyes widened; the glimmer of fear piercing the lust in which I was drowning.
What the hell was I doing?
I flung myself off her, my chest heaving. I threw my arm over my face.
“Go downstairs. I need a shower. A long, cold one.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I groaned, grabbing her arm. “Wait. Don’t go yet. Just . . . just stay there for a moment or two. I don’t want Jenna to think I am, ah, lacking stamina.”
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Lifting my arm, I flexed my fingers as I glared at her. “I swear I’m getting carpal tunnel syndrome. I’m going to need surgery.”
Katharine began to chuckle. Her shoulders vibrated as she buried her face in the pillow, her chuckles turning into full out peals of laughter. The bed shook with the force of her amusement.
The corners of my mouth twitched. “It’s not a laughing matter.”
She didn’t stop, and I started laughing with her. Purposely, I hauled myself over the top of her, letting my heavy, hard cock drag across her body. I lifted her face from the pillow; her cheeks flushed and pink, her eyes bright with fun. I kissed her again.
“We need to talk about expanding our boundaries. Before I explode.”
I left her lying there, speechless.
But, she was still smiling.
And, she didn’t say no.
RICHARD
JENNA RECEIVED A CALL FROM Adrian while we were having breakfast, telling her he wouldn’t be home until Sunday. With the storm still all around us, we assured her she was welcome to stay until he came to pick her up the next day. There was no other option. Besides, she made Katharine laugh, and I liked hearing the sound. I wanted to make it happen more often.
The three of us went to see Penny while the storm simmered, low and tame. I insisted on cheeseburgers, letting it slip how often I snuck them in for her. Katharine was shocked to realize the number of times I’d been to the home without saying a word. Her eyes shone with appreciation when she stretched up and kissed me, catching me off guard. I yanked her close and took full advantage of the fact we had a captive audience with Jenna, kissing her until she was pink-cheeked and embarrassed. Jenna caught my eye with a wink as I accepted the heavy bag of burgers with a wide grin.
Penny was quiet but lucid when we arrived. She laughed at my offering of grapes for Joey. He liked to pick at them, and I didn’t have to cut up anything or bribe Tami to do it for me. The chocolate shop I frequented certainly had a boom in sales the past few weeks, and the staff looked forward to what I brought each visit. I never disappointed them.
Jenna was more like her usual self, bubbly and chatty, entertaining Penny with stories of her family. It gave me the chance to sit back and watch Katharine with Penny. She sat next to her, holding her hand. She would cup her cheek, run her hand over Penny’s forehead, smoothing away the flyaway hairs as she talked or laughed. She teased and encouraged Penny to eat, tucking a napkin under her chin as she scolded her for being messy. Penny tweaked her nose back. “You stop being so bossy, my Katy.”