Total pages in book: 204
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
I up the ante, hitting her cleanly and precisely, hammering away the negativity. And then she screams. And I jerk. “That’s it, baby.” And my dick detonates, filling her to the fucking brim, my release coming and coming, not letting up, not relenting, not giving me a second to catch my breath. Oh, my fucking God.
My muscles call it quits and leave me collapsing onto the bed in a heap on top of her. “I don’t know what to say,” I murmur quietly, shell-shocked.
And it would appear she doesn’t either, because she’s silent, and it starts to get slightly uncomfortable. Again, my fault. All my thoughts, my mood, my harsh words when she said something I really wanted to hear.
“Can I use the bathroom now?” she asks, wriggling beneath me. I sigh, sliding out and falling to my back on the bed. What have I done?
She slips out of bed and walks quietly but hastily across the bedroom, and my eyes don’t leave her fleeing form until she shuts the door behind her. The only reason I’m letting her go is because she’s headed to the bathroom. Had she tried to leave, I can’t promise I wouldn’t have dragged her back to my bed like the caveman I appear to have become.
“Fuck,” I hiss, grabbing a pillow and smashing it on my head repeatedly until I’m at risk of splitting the damn thing and sending goose feathers everywhere. I toss it aside and look at the bathroom door. What is she doing in there? What is she thinking? Stupid, Ward. So fucking stupid. I growl at myself and slump into the mattress, arms splayed.
I hear the chain flush and drop my eyes to the door. She appears, awkward as hell. “I should go. Kate will be wondering where I am.”
Make it right! “Maybe I’d like to keep you here.” So I say that? Jesus, I need to get myself a fucking psychiatrist fast before I fuck this chance up good and proper.
Her questioning face is warranted. Poor thing looks completely lost. Goes for me too, because since she escaped my bed, I feel like my arms have been ripped off.
“She needs my car,” she goes on, ignoring my statement, as she should. Because it’s unreasonable. “Will you take me?”
I drag a smile from nowhere and mentally vow to pull myself into line. “What do you say?” I ask teasingly.
Her grin is like a pressure release in my head. “Please.”
I jump up. “Good girl. Give me five.” I land a smacker of a kiss on her lips as I pass her to the bathroom, keeping our lips touching as I walk back. She moves with me, prolonging it until we’re in the doorway.
Back. In. The. Game.
Now I just need to ensure I stay in front.
I wretch myself away, and she staggers forward a little, dazed, breathless, and flushed. I leave her exactly like that, grinning as I turn and flip on the shower. I’m fully aware I’m rushing, eager to get back to her and make the most of the time I have left with her today. Which isn’t fucking long. But I need to be patient. Don’t crowd her too much. I laugh at myself as I grab a towel and dry off, not bothering to trim my stubble. It’ll take up valuable time. I throw on some shorts, a Ralph polo, and flip the collar up as I assess myself in the mirror. I look younger. Fresher. Alive. It’s no wonder. Last night and this morning, minus that little blip, was the most incredible experience.
I fetch my phone and my mood dips in an instant when I see endless missed calls from Coral. I need to block her number. Maybe even get a restraining order. Fuck my life.
I go in search of Ava, finding her crouched on the floor in the kitchen. She looks up. Practically drools. My chest expands. I’m smug. Yeah, I thought I looked good today too. Younger. Hotter. It’s Ava. The effects of Ava.
I quickly pull my swelling head out of my arse when I realize what she’s doing.
“I need to go,” she says, her hands full of glass.
For fuck’s sake, has she no regard for her well-being? I inhale my annoyance, swallowing it back. The last thing I want to do is leave her on a bad note. No. I’ll be leaving her to wish all day that she hadn’t been a stubborn minx last night and refused to spend the day with me. “Here.” I dip and cup my hands for her to transfer the shards to me before I tip them in the sink. “You should have left it, Ava. You could’ve cut yourself.” I brush my hands off and grab my shades. “I’ll sort it later.” I take her hand, get my keys and her bags, and lead her out.