Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
She says it all so blandly, like it’s not a big deal, but I feel like I’m about to blow a circuit.
“You were in a car accident?” I demand, flipping on the overhead light. “Are you okay?”
She turns to glance at me over her shoulder, her fingers working at tearing the top off the yogurt. “Just banged up a bit, but I’m fine. The car, not so much.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter as I toss my keys down and drop my duffel on the floor. I move to her, letting my eyes run over what visible skin I can see.
And right there, her left elbow is mottled black and blue. Carefully, I take her arm to examine it. “Is this it?”
She leans to the side, glances down at her left leg and lifts the T-shirt to reveal a bruise on her hip. “I got hit in the driver’s side door by a truck. Just a few bruises. Nothing broken.”
“No one called me.” I’m not sure why that bothers me, but it does.
She shrugs without explaining why I was left in the dark. Reluctantly, I let her arm go and she turns away. I’m puzzled that I’m not getting more from her. This is the perfect time for her to get attention from me because I’m obviously worried. She could milk this. Simone would merely need to tell me that she feels weird all over her body and I’d examine it to make sure the doctors didn’t miss something. I’d fall for it, too, not just because I will love her until my dying day, but because after touching her the other night, all I can think about is getting my hands on her again. The proximity to her right now has me half-hard.
Why the hell isn’t she using this against me?
“You’re sure you’re okay?” I press.
“Fine,” she murmurs, dipping her spoon into the yogurt and staring down at the container as she brings it to her mouth.
I study her, trying to find something in her words—or lack thereof—to get my bearings.
“I don’t buy it,” I snap and that causes her head to jerk my way. “You’ve been all over me the last two weeks, trying to wear me down, and now you’ve got me as a captive audience because I want to know if you’re okay, you’re going silent? What the fuck is the game, Simone?”
I get a rise out of her, and maybe that’s what I was going for because as her eyes narrow, a thrilling rush sweeps through me to have her attention. It’s fucked, but my cock steps up to the plate, stiffening with the desire to play.
Christ… I have to be cracked in the head trying to provoke her, but I stand my ground. In fact, I poke her even more.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I attempt a scathing glance down her body. “Is that your play, Simone? Be here waiting for me in a T-shirt and probably some skimpy panties on underneath—”
“—not wearing any panties,” she says quietly and I almost falter.
Almost.
“Making me feel sorry for you because you were in an accident? Few bumps and bruises and you, what… think I’m going to go all soft and tender on you?”
I know the words coming out of my mouth are as ridiculous as they sound and Simone must think even more so because she tosses her spoon on the counter before taking two steps to come toe to toe with me.
I don’t give her a chance to talk, though, goading her further. “Think wearing my T-shirt and telling me you’re not wearing panties is going to break me? Is that what you think, baby? That I’ll fall to this mental manipulation and fuck you?”
Simone scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, Van… I’m not sure you’d even know what to do with it if I were naked and sopping wet for you. I kind of understand what you mean by the shine wearing off. Not sure you’d even do it for me.”
Okay, I know I brought that on, but fuck if she didn’t just shred my man card. In all of her bratty glory over the years, Simone has never implied, inferred or come right out and alleged that I couldn’t satisfy her. And while deep down I recognize her machinations, I’ll admit she just struck hard and deep.
I walk into her, causing her to back up until I walk her right into the center island. Reminiscent of the other night, I have her pinned. I rest a hand on the counter and push the other one right between her legs.
She wasn’t lying about not having on panties and because I could find her pussy in the pitchest of black, my fingers immediately discover she is indeed sopping.
A low growl bubbles in my chest and I can’t fucking help myself. I slowly press my finger inside her, all the while staring at her as it sinks in. Her eyes stay locked on mine but when I’m in to the third knuckle, they flutter closed and her hips rock.