Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
She bites her lip, sniffling a little from behind the camera. This ignites confused hunger in me. One part of me wants to comfort her. The other wants to make her bite her lip for entirely different reasons and claim her slick, warm heat until she’s shuddering all over.
“Did he always play sports?”
“Not exactly,” I reply. “Neither of us had much money growing up. It wasn’t easy to afford all the equipment, but we did our best. We boxed with a cheap pair of gloves. We refurbished bikes from the dump and took them on trails until they fell apart. We rock-climbed and used two mattresses as crash mats. We got injured a few times, but it didn’t stop us from returning.”
Behind the camera, she motions with her hand. Keep going…
We turn a corner on the beach. There’s a golf club on one side, separated by a line of tall hedges, almost entirely blocking the club from view. There are no longer any people behind us or ahead of us. We’re alone out here.
“That’s why we started Free Everywhere,” I go on. “We knew what it meant to feel trapped: trapped by school, trapped by work, trapped by our own thoughts. But with sport, there’s freedom. It’s an escape. There are plenty of other ways to disappear: drugs, booze, parties. With Free Everywhere, we realized something. To truly escape, something has to be hard.”
When I glance at the sea, she puts her thumb up and then gestures to the horizon. She wants me to keep staring out there. I feel like an ass, but I do what she wants. Finally, she switches off the camera.
“That was amazing,” she says, vibrant and full of attractive energy. “Seriously, that was so moving. Wow! Good work.”
I bow with a smirk. “I couldn’t have done it without your direction.”
She beams, tucking her camera into her shoulder bag. “Seriously, that was awesome.” She looks back at the way we’ve come. “I think we’ve accidentally covered most of the beach.”
“It’s quiet out here,” I say, nodding.
She looks at me sharply, her eyes wide, like she realizes the danger of our position. She knows we must be careful about being this close to each other.
“It must be cool having a friend you can’t even remember meeting,” she says.
Her tone tells a whole story that she keeps out of her words. It’s like she’s desperate to remind me that anything we do could hurt Paul, which makes it so much worse when I close the distance between us. I adjust her shoulder strap, giving myself an excuse to touch her. It’s how hot she is, like her hot, young body is burning up through her clothes.
She reaches up and touches my wrist before I can pull my hand away. She looks shocked at herself for doing it.
“Has anybody ever told you how beautiful you are?” I groan, knowing I shouldn’t.
She shakes her head.
“That’s a damn shame,” I growl. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“Don’t say stuff like that,” she whispers. “It can’t be true.”
“It is,” I snarl. “Why would I lie to you? What do I gain from that? I shouldn’t be saying any of this. We both know it. I shouldn’t be doing this either.”
“Doing wh…”
She trails off when I lean in. I’ll never be able to look at myself the same again, but the hunger in me is too much to take. There’s a longing in my chest, my heart twitching when I think about owning her. Emotionally. Physically. Her soul. Everything.
She moans in the sexiest way when I press my lips against hers. We kiss passionately for a few seconds, her tongue finding mine just as eagerly as mine finds hers. She grabs onto my arms and squeezes, her fingernails digging in.
Then she breaks it off, gasping. “Paul,” she says.
“I know,” I reply.
We stare into each other’s eyes. It’s like we’re daring each other, but whether that’s daring each other to stop or keep going, I don’t even know. My resolve breaks first. I crash my lips against hers, the kiss more urgent this time. She smooths her hands down to my sides and holds tight like she never wants to let go. I know the feeling.
“No,” she says, pushing herself away again, but then claws onto my chest.
“Tell me to stop.”
“No,” she snaps. “You don’t get to say that. It can’t be my responsibility.” She looks up and down the street like a criminal, checking for witnesses. Maybe that’s what we are. “You have to be the grownup here.”
I smirk. “Are you saying you’re not a grownup?”
“No, obviously, but how am I supposed to resist you?”
I glide my hand over her hips, around to her back, almost touching her ass. The stiffness in my member is almost too much to take. My underwear is slick with precome. My tip is ready to drive inside of her.