Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 157175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
‘I won’t be alone. I’ll be with Zara.’
My lips straighten. She could be with anyone. But she won’t be with me. ‘I’ll come, too. I’ll watch your session, and you keep saying you want me to meet this new friend of yours anyway.’
‘No.’ She tries to reach for the handle of the door, but I cover it with both hands. ‘Jesse, stop being so fucking unreasonable.’
‘Watch your fucking mouth! Don’t make me give you the countdown, woman. It’s not beyond me.’
‘And what will you do to me in the middle of the hospital car park?’ She laughs, thinking she has the upper hand. She doesn’t.
‘You tried me once before in this very car park,’ I inform her. ‘I did it then, and I’ll do it now.’
‘Do what?’ she asks, folding her arms over her lovely boobs.
I push my face close to hers and smile on the inside at her grit. She doesn’t budge one inch, squaring up to me. ‘I’ll throw you over my shoulder, slap that gorgeous arse of yours, thrust my fingers into your warm pussy, and work you up until you explode in mid-air in front of all these lovely people.’ I give her a forced, satisfied smile, and she gives me a huge gasp. Wait, has she remembered?
‘You wouldn’t dare!’ She hasn’t. Her gasp is shock, not recollection.
It doesn’t beat me down. I’m not beyond reminding her. ‘I fucking would and I fucking did. Are you daring me?’ I want her to. I want her to double dare me. Triple dare me.
‘I’m going to meet Zara.’ Her little nostrils flare dangerously. ‘You can’t keep me nailed to your side for ever.’
‘Wrong.’ I almost laugh. I thought we were past this silly power game. ‘You’re coming home with me, and that Retribution Fuck just got changed to an Apology Fuck.’ So there.
Another gasp. ‘You’re an ape!’
I scratch my armpits in some kind of pathetic confirmation. ‘Old news, lady.’
‘Urghhh!’ She turns and stomps off. She doesn’t get very far. Swooping her up onto my shoulder carefully, I take her back to the car, slipping my hand beyond the hem of her skirt and up the inside of her thigh. ‘Jesse!’
‘What, dear?’ My fingers glide past the seam of her knickers and plunge easily into her. She’s drenched. Even boiling mad with me, she’s sodden. I smirk, satisfied. Nothing’s really changed. She goes floppy on my shoulder, her moan broken, like she’s trying to hold it back, trying to hide how turned on she is. It only fuels my fire.
‘Don’t fight me, Ava.’ I stop by the car, pulling the door open. ‘You’re wasting valuable energy.’ Keeping my fingers submerged in her warmth, I negotiate her down into the passenger seat, kneeling by the car as I do. ‘Relax, baby.’ I walk on my knees, closer to her, and withdraw my fingers slowly, watching her chest expand and her eyes widen. And then I drive them back in, putting weight behind me, achieving maximum depth. She may be mentally pushing me away, but her sweet pussy has other ideas, greedily dragging me deeper, the muscles of her passage massaging my fingers easily. ‘You like that, baby?’
‘You don’t play fair, Ward.’
‘Do. You. Like. That?’ I retreat and surge forward, my own sounds of pleasure filling the car and mixing with hers. ‘Tell me.’
Her head falls back, eyes infused with need. I sacrifice my need for a verbal answer when she places a hand over mine between her thighs and starts working with me to bring her to climax. Her back arches against the seat and she stiffens, her clit beginning to throb under the pad of my thumb. She goes quietly, but boy does she go, trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm, her lids becoming heavy. I’m so enthralled by the sight, I forget what brought us to this moment. Until she speaks.
‘I’m still going to yoga,’ she breathes, going limp in the seat.
I laugh a little under my breath, pulling my fingers free of her clenched thighs and taking my time licking her sweet juices from them while she watches. ‘You’re not going.’
Her lips twist, her eyes becoming mischievous. Then I’m quickly swallowing when she strokes over my jeans, stirring my raging cock further. She smiles when I solidify from top to toe, inhaling. ‘Later, I’m going to smother my boobs in peanut butter and you’re going to lick it all off.’
‘I’m dropping you off and picking you up,’ I all but squeak, resting my hand over hers before my dick bashes its way through my jeans. How’d she know that’s her ace card? I don’t know, but I’m not arguing. I can kill the time at the club. I really should show my face there, anyway.
Her face beams, satisfied, as she drops me. ‘Hurry up, then. You’ve made me late.’ Pulling her skirt down, she ushers me back so she can shut the door. It feels like I’ve just been played. Like she has learned again that to get what she wants, she has to catch me at my weakest moments, like bribing me with peanut butter and her boobs. My plan just backfired, and when she fails to hold her grin back as I round the car, my eyes burning through the windscreen, I know for sure I have definitely been played.