Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
My God is his cock massive…
It takes two hands for me to even grip the whole thing. And something about stitching him up while he was sitting there naked, and him not even flinching or showing a bit of pain while I did it, turned me on in a way I can’t even begin to describe. I guess there really is something primal about the way men and women get along that will never go away, no matter how advanced we get as a society. And taking care of Jameson like that made me feel so needed that all I want to do is do it again and again and again.
Of course I don’t want Jameson to get hurt. That would be terrible. But maybe a few bumps and bruises here and there so I could tend to him. That wouldn’t be so awful, right?
Maybe I’m being silly. But all I know is that stitching up his back made me feel like a real woman—made me feel like I was needed. And I haven’t felt that way in a long time.
I unlock the front door and pull it open, then quickly duck to avoid Eliza’s fist coming down for another knock.
“Whoa!” I cry out, laughing. “Don’t hit me!”
“There you are!” Eliza glares at me. “Are you completely incapable of keeping your phone on you like I ask?”
My heart sinks, and I’m sure a guilty look comes over my face. I realize that despite swearing to her earlier that I would keep my phone on me so she could get in touch with me whenever she needed, I left it upstairs before Jameson and I went to Becky’s.
“Oh my God,” I groan as she pushes past me into the house. “I am so sorry, Eliza, but you have no idea what’s been going on just now–”
“Where is he?” she interrupts, looking around. “Hey, asshole! Where are you? I’m Iris’s friend, and I wanna meet you!”
I’m trying not to laugh too hard as Eliza starts storming around the foyer and the ground floor, searching around for Jameson like a cop on patrol, searching for a wanted man.
“Eliza, just relax,” I say between laughs. “He’s upstairs. He’s coming down in just a second.”
“Oh, he is?” She whirls, heading for the stairs, but I grab her hand to stop her. I can just imagine her racing up there and barging in on Jameson, butt-ass naked, trying desperately to stuff his enormous manhood into his pants, and just how awkward that would be.
On top of that, I do not want her seeing him indisposed like that. No, that view is only for me, thank you very much.
“Whoa, hang on hang on hang on,” I say quickly. “He’s…getting dressed. Just give him a second.”
Eliza levels her gaze at me. “Wow. So how much are you getting out of him?”
“He—he’s not paying me anything,” I reply. “It’s not like that between us.”
“Come on,” she sighs. “What did I tell you, Eliza? If he was at the club then he’s a–”
“Cash cow. I know,” I reply. “But that isn’t Jameson. I didn’t meet him at the club.”
“Okay, but he was still there, wasn’t he?”
“Not quite.” Jameson’s voice rings out. I look up to see him standing at the top of the stairs, fully clothed, wearing a thick pair of baggy sweatpants and a sleeveless gym shirt.
Wow, that was quick. But how did he manage to hide his…
I glance down between his thighs as he starts to take the steps down toward us. There is a definite bulge, but nothing like I was expecting. Did it really go down that quickly? My lack of experience in this area is definitely showing.
“So you’re the guy, huh?” Eliza asks, hands on hips, giving Jameson her no-bullshit face.
“I’m the guy,” Jameson replies with his most charming, bordering-on-cocky grin. I smile as they face off for several seconds as Jameson takes the last few steps to the first floor.
He’s much taller than Eliza, but that doesn’t faze her—or even if it does, she doesn’t show it. Eliza never lets it show when she’s been thrown or caught off guard. That’s one of the reasons I was drawn to her when we first became friends.
“Well I can see why she likes you,” she says simply, looking Jameson up and down. For Eliza, that’s about as good of a compliment as a guy can get. “But apparently I don’t have my story straight. You didn’t meet Iris at the club last night?”
“I didn’t meet Iris tonight,” Jameson replies. “I’ve known her for years. I also wasn’t at the club tonight.”
“We’ve known each other from before,” I chime in. “Like I already told you–”
Eliza holds up a hand to silence me. She’s in mega-protective-mode right now. She even steps in front of me to get between Jameson and me. “Let him tell me, Iris,” she says. “Go ahead, big guy.”