Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
I hardly know what I’m begging for, but he knows. He drives into me, harder and harder. The head rubs each tender nerve of my core until the orgasm explodes like a box of firecrackers lit with one flick of a cigarette ash. Stars pop before my eyes. My body goes tight, and then I’m dragged down under, wave after wave of sensation. Hot blood pounds through my veins, swirling and crashing, throwing me about. I land on the shore, weak and breathless.
Through the veil of wet lashes, I stare up at him. His face is harsh, his jaw carved out of granite. I look down to see that he’s still massive, still hard.
“Again,” he commands and flips me over.
Chapter Fourteen
CAL
“How did sex turn my bones to water?” Harlow asks. She lifts an arm off the side of the bathtub and watches it flop back onto the porcelain.
“Is it sex or me?” I lather the soap between my hands and spread it along one leg. Her toes curl and spread as I massage her instep.
“You, I guess.”
I let her foot fall into the water.
“You, definitely you,” she declares.
I fish her foot out and restart the massage. “Are you okay with reheated Chinese, or do you want me to order something else in?”
“Reheated is good for me.”
She hums a pleased sound as I move on to her other foot.
“Aren’t you supposed to go home now? After sex, that’s what men always do.”
“What would you know about what men always do after sex? You were a virgin.”
She glares at me from across the tub. “How did you know?”
I roll my eyes. “Your body told me. When I penetrated you, there was a barrier, slight but evident. It gave way as you welcomed me.” My cock gets hard just thinking about piercing her untouched veil.
“Men.” There’s a definite note of disgust. I swallow a chuckle. “And you, how many have you had?”
“None, babe. Just you.”
Water sloshes over the edges of the tub as she jerks upright. “Just me? There’s no way this was your first time.”
“I’m taking that as a compliment that my technique was so good you think it must have come from years of practice rather than innate talent. Babe, I’m just that good.” I wink.
She splashes me with water. “Get out. There’s not enough room in this tub for you, me, and that huge ego of yours.”
Laughing, I do as I’m told. Water drips onto the floor as I walk across the black and white tile to grab a towel. I catch her staring at my ass in the mirror. I smirk and give her another wink, which earns me the finger.
I’m still chuckling when I reach the kitchen. Once everything is reheated, I call for Harlow. She appears a moment later dressed in an old oversized faded T-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. My good humor is instantly wiped away.
“Those are men’s clothes.”
She blinks at me in confusion, her mouth full of sweet and sour chicken. “Huh?”
“The T-shirt and the underwear. Those are men’s clothes. You don’t have a brother or dad around so where did those come from?”
She holds up a finger. I rein in my temper.
“The T-shirt is one that I bought when I went to the festival with Ariel about five summers ago and the boxer shorts…” She trails off. “I think I got these at Macy’s in the women’s department. They sell boxer shorts for women now. See?” She shifts away from the table and shows me that the front placket is all sewn up.
“Sorry.” I overreacted, but the thought of her wearing some other man’s clothes almost sent me into orbit.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” She smiles.
“I’ve never had reason to be before.” I blow out a breath. “I’ll try to control myself in the future.”
“I’ll try not to give you a reason to be jealous.”
“Sounds like a good deal. Win-win for everyone. Want to watch a movie before bed? I have a stylist coming in the morning.”
Harlow starts choking. “A what?”
“You’ll want to look nice for dinner tomorrow night. I’m sure Aunt Gia is calling in all the reinforcements to judge you. Having the right clothes is just one less thing for her and the other aunties to be concerned about. Plus, it’ll be fun.”
“I hate trying on clothes.” She makes a face.
“Apparently everyone does, which is why someone’s coming here.”
“How do you know that everyone hates trying on clothes? I thought you were a virgin,” she says with narrowed eyes.
“I overheard my cousins talking at dinner once about how it’s hot in dressing rooms and there’s someone always knocking on the door bothering you and they never have your size and things like that. I tuned most of it out, but some stuck. Not bad for a virgin bachelor?” I smile, all my good humor back at her visible jealousy.