Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“All good”
“Your turn,” he says, standing up and sitting behind me, the coolness of the lotion has me jumping and looking back at a smiling Steven “Sorry,” he rubs the lotion into my back and I feel myself needing to moan but I hold it in. I hear someone swear and boots on the decking, the next thing Steven is flying through the air and lands in the water and I jump up turning around and see Saint staring right at me
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!” I yell at him, his nostrils are flaring and his hands making fists
“Why the fuck was he touching you?” I turn around seeing Steven treading water and I go to the side of the pool to help him out but Saint grabs me around the waist lifting me up
“SAINT!” I yell as he takes me inside and down to my room, slamming the door, he puts me down and we stare at each other even though I have to look up
“Why in the fuck was he touching you?” I push his chest, but he doesn’t move so I punch him and he grabs my hands pulling me to him and we stand there staring at each other
“Zoey” Logan calls out and I pull my hands out of Saint’s grip going to the door and open it
“You ok?” I ask him and he looks at me than at Saint
“Are you ok?” he asks me and I nod
“I’m good, go out and see if Steven’s is ok for me,” I tell him and Saint growls and I look at him
“Ok” Logan says and I close the door
“What the fuck do you think you were doing throwing Steven into the pool like that?”
“He was touching something he shouldn’t have been.”
“And what’s that Saint” his jaw clenches as he stares at me
“You know your off-limits Zoey, no one’s supposed to touch you” I step forward feeling brave
“You did,” he steps forward, staring down at me
“And I shouldn’t have” I push him back
“Just leave,” he stands there not moving “JUST LEAVE!” I yell, and he walks past me but stops at the door
“He touches you again, and he’s dead” I turn facing him
“And what if I want him to touch me,” he walks back over to me pulling me to him
“I mean it Zoey, don’t fuckin’ test me” I push him again
“Why are you even here?”
“Logan needed his shoes.”
“So, get them and go.”
“I’m not leaving you here with him” I put my hand on my hip
“Too bad. You have no say in what I do, so leave!”
He balls his fists up again “Don’t fuckin’ test me Zoey” I push him again
“Fuck you Saint; if I want Steven to touch me, I’ll let him touch.” He grabs my arms pulling me to him and kissing me, my mind short circuits as he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist grinding my soaking wet center onto his hard dick, and he looks down my neck pulling my bikini top to the side.
“Fuck baby your tits are gorgeous,” he leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth.
“Saint” I moan as his sucks harder my pussy screaming to fuck him, he turns, and we fall to my bed
“Gotta taste your pussy” he moves down my body pulling my bottoms off and licks my pussy making me moan even more.
“Oh god Saint” he licks my clit fast, the building between my legs heating my body “Saint! Oh god! I’m gonna come,” he licks me faster sucking on my clit, and I explode into his mouth as he swallows licks and sucks my pussy into his mouth. He moves back up the bed, and I notice for the first time his beard is gone, and I run my hand up his cheek “You shaved” he nods
“I did.”
“Why?”
“Needed a change,” he tells me, and I smile.
“It looks good.”
“You like it” I nod, and I realize I’m lying there one boob out and no underwear on
“Let me get up,” he moves over me, his whole body covering mine.
“No one touches you; you hear me” I come to my senses remembering why I came home last night and I push him off of me standing up pulling my bottoms back on and fixing my top
“Get out,” I tell him, and he stands up pulling me to him
“I’m not fuckin’ around Zoey; no one touches you” I try to step back, but he holds me tight
“And what about you Saint.”
“What about me?”
“Christa,” I say, and he looks at me
“She means nothin’ to me.”
“She’s still your girlfriend,” he leans back down his forehead to mine.
“Baby,” he says, but I shake my head.
“Please just go.”
“Zoey”
“Please,” I say feeling ashamed of what we just done “please go,” I tell him again, and he takes a deep breath releasing me