Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Did you just go in there to jerk off?” she asked when I returned.
“I did.”
“Why? I could’ve helped.”
“I know, but I don’t trust myself tonight,” I said. “By the way, you need to add a talent to your repertoire for Miss America Scholastic.”
“What?”
“Squirting.”
She covered her mouth. “Oh my God. Did I?”
“Pretty sure that’s what I felt. It was fucking amazing.”
“Not sure that qualifies as a talent…”
“It does in my book.” I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close and bringing her into a kiss.
“Do I have to go back to my room?” she asked.
“Not if you’re quiet.”
We lay in silence for a bit, Noelle gliding her fingers along my chest. “If you could do anything with your life, what would it be, Archie?”
I ran my teeth along my lip. “I would probably be a chef…”
Her eyes went wide. “Really? I thought you’d say artist.”
“That’s a close second, but I love to cook more than anything.”
“You’ve never mentioned that.”
“It calms me, and I love the idea of creating something that gives people pleasure.”
“You’re good at giving pleasure.”
“Why, thank you.” I sighed. “Anyway, I never cook around my dad because he likes to chastise me. But when I’m alone, I do some serious damage in the kitchen.”
Noelle patted my chest. “You need to make me something before we leave.”
“If I ever get the kitchen to myself, I will.” I gently grabbed her ass. “What about you? What’s your dream job?”
She shrugged. “I just want to travel and tell stories.”
“Well, you’re headed in the right direction. I have no doubt that you will.”
“I hope so. I’m excited to see where life takes me,” she said.
“You’re very optimistic. I’d love for some of that to rub off on me.” And then my mind went to the gutter at the thought of anything rubbing off of her on to me. Especially since I could still taste her on my lips.
She ran her fingers through my hair. “So much in life is about how you look at it, Archie. If you dread something, that negative energy will impact the experience. If you try to make the best of it, always look for the good in things, you’ll have a much better time.”
“That’s sort of how I feel about this summer,” I said. “I was dreading it at first, but then you gave me a reason to look forward to every day.”
“Aw…” She wrapped her hand around my cheek and leaned in for a kiss. Noelle spoke over my lips, “I think it’s my turn to make you come again.”
That would’ve been really fucking awesome, but the sound of someone getting up to use the bathroom put a stop to that real quick. I froze and whispered, “As much as I hate to say this, I think you should go back to your room before we get caught.”
“You’re right.” She frowned. “But I don’t want to.”
“I don’t want you to, either. Maybe we’ll get the house tomorrow and I can cook for you. I heard my dad saying something about renting a boat again. As long as my mother goes with them, that means we’ll be alone.”
Her eyes brightened. “Oh man, I hope so.”
I pulled her in for one last kiss and noticed an unfamiliar feeling in my chest. Despite my best efforts to deny it, Noelle was becoming more to me than I was ready to admit.
• • •
The following day, we got our wish. Our parents rented that boat for the day, and they left early in the morning, leaving Noelle and me alone. This might have been our last chance to take advantage of it, so I called in sick for my internship.
I’d ridden one of the bikes in the garage to the market and picked up groceries to make lunch for Noelle and me. She now leaned against the counter, watching me dice garlic, and it was probably one of the most enjoyable moments of my entire summer.
Earlier today, when I’d asked her what she wanted me to make, she’d said, “penne a la vodka.” When I asked her why, she said she had no freaking idea why she’d blurted it out, especially since she’d never tasted it before. That made me laugh, so I absolutely had to figure out a way to make it. I guaranteed that when I got through with it, my penne would become her new favorite meal.
And carefully following an online recipe, I’d managed to pull it off.
The aroma of garlic and tomato sauce filled the air. After plating the penne, I poured the creamy red sauce over each dish.
“That looks and smells so amazingly good.” She clapped her hands. “I can’t wait to devour it.”
I couldn’t wait to devour her.
We took our food outside and ate in the sunshine. Taking advantage of our parents not being around, we drank wine as well.