Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Neil leaned over me and muffled his groan into my hair, and his cum gushed into me in a warm burst. I wriggled back, until he hissed in discomfort and withdrew.
I straightened and pulled up my jeans and shredded panties. “At least these were already ruined.”
“Sorry, I should have pulled out, but it was far too late by the time I thought of it.” He leaned heavily on the car.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I buttoned up.
“What? Oh, yes. Just…let me get my breath.”
There are times when I forget that Neil is much older than me. Probably because we spend so much time together, and I’ve seen how immature he can be. But, when he had the occasional moment of showing his age, even something as minor as this, I started to panic. I thought about what his mother had said at Emma’s wedding, about how terrible it was to lose her husband. And here I was, letting him tear-ass around a track in a car that would probably disintegrate on impact.
Overcome with irrational anger, I stomped over to the passenger side.
“Sophie?” he wheezed, cautiously zipping his fly.
I didn’t answer him and got inside. I tried to slam the door hard then mentally calculated how much it would cost if I damaged it. It was a good thing scissor doors didn’t slam as easily as regular car doors.
This whole thing was insanity. After all the shit we’d been through, after nearly losing him, he was willing to take this kind of risk? I wanted to tell him that he was never allowed to ever do this kind of asinine thing ever again. Then, I remembered why I’d come along in the first place. I’d wanted to make him happy, because he’d been so unhappy.
Neil got in and hastily pulled the door down. “Darling, if I’d known you’d be that upset, I wouldn’t have torn them.”
“What?” He thought I was upset about my underwear. Oh, that would make this so much easier. “I’m not mad about that.”
“You stomped off in such a huff, I thought—”
I shook my head and laughed, and hoped I sounded sincere. I hated lying to Neil, especially when it was something I’d worked on in therapy. But there were lies to cover your ass, and lies to protect the people you loved. My emotional bullshit was my problem, and I wouldn’t make it his.
“I was just cold,” I assured him. “Though, in hindsight, I can see why it would seem that way. I did stomp, but I was trying to get the feeling back in my legs.”
He hesitated between uncertainty and acceptance, but I was relieved when he nodded in amused understanding.
“So, I take it you enjoyed the ride?” he asked with a smirk. “On the track, I mean?”
I quirked my lips at him. “Very funny. I wouldn’t say I enjoyed it, so much as endured it. It got my adrenaline a-flowin’, but it was a little scary for me. I’m ready to go home.”
“Ah, well.” He looked embarrassed. “I have a bit of bad news for you on that front.”
My eyes went wide. “What? You weren’t planning on doing it again?”
“No, but we do have to take the car back to the garage. The left front wheel wobbled a bit toward the end.” He didn’t make eye contact with me as he put his hand behind my seat to look as he backed up.
“Well, better that then drive home on a bad…” Horrible realization dawned. “We’re going to go back…and they’re going to know what we were doing, aren’t they?”
Neil gave me a please-don’t-start-yelling look. “Well, darling, I’m sure this isn’t the first time anyone has ever…”
He wisely went silent after that.
* * * *
At work on Wednesday, I received a surprising email. I grabbed my phone and forwarded it to Neil then dialed the house.
“Do you have a minute, baby?” I asked when he picked up.
“Do you have a minute?” he asked. “You’re the one at work.”
“Smart ass.” I motioned to Penny to close my door. She did, and gave me a thumbs up through the window. I lowered my voice and turned away. “I got an email from Emir. I sent it to you.”
“Oh?” Neil brightened, and I hated to squash his hopes.
“He needs to see us, but only for drinks. No sex.” I twisted a lock of my hair around my finger. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?”
“Maybe he only has time for drinks,” Neil said, though he sounded unsure. “I’m at the computer right now, let me pull it up.”
While he looked, I switched the phone to speaker and flipped to my email.
Sophie,
I regret that I will not have time to spend with you and Neil while I am in New York on this visit. There is a matter I wish to discuss with you, but our usual arrangement would not be appropriate.