Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
My hand slipped between my legs, and I found the swollen bud that ached for release. Closing my eyes, I thought of Maverick. Of what it would be like to have him do that to me. I moved faster, my entire body burning with the release I so desperately needed.
I could almost feel him moving in and out of me.
He grabbed my hair and pulled as he picked up speed.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Faster. Harder!”
Slipping my fingers into my body, I pumped while the palm of my hand rubbed my clit.
I was close, so close, but I couldn’t reach the end.
“Come for me, Lily. That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
I glanced over my shoulder and imagined Maverick, his hands on my hips as he pushed into me hard and fast. I nearly screamed out when my orgasm hit me so hard, and I almost slipped in the shower.
With both hands on the wall to hold myself up, I dragged in deep breaths while attempting to calm my racing heart. “Okay, that was a first.”
It hit me at that moment that Ben, the man I thought I wanted, never once crossed my mind as I got myself off. In fact, not a single time in the four days since I’d been here with Maverick did I give a second thought to Ben.
I frowned and finished soaping up. I rinsed off, wrapped a towel around my body, then used my hand to wipe the fog from the mirror.
My other hand covered my mouth to stifle a giggle. I could not believe I’d just pleasured myself in Maverick’s bathroom while freaking thinking of him fucking me from behind. How shameless of me! Should I tell Renee? Maybe Rose or Kipton?
They’d fall into a fit of laughter and want every detail of what had happened to get me so horny. But it wouldn’t feel right to tell them about Maverick and Lori. That was his story, not mine.
I tried to tell myself I was only horny because of Maverick’s story. The only reason I’d done what I had. Nothing more.
Realizing I’d been in the bathroom way too long, I quickly dried off, pulled on my sleep pants, and slipped Maverick’s T-shirt back on. I told myself it wasn’t because it smelled like him, but rather that it was comfortable.
I wrapped a towel around my wet hair and opened the door to the bathroom. When I stepped into the hall, I paused. The cabin was quiet. Tiptoeing across the hall, I peeked into the bedroom and found Maverick sound asleep.
I sent up a prayer he hadn’t heard me in the shower before he drifted off.
On the way to the living room, I unplugged my phone on the kitchen counter to see I had a text from Ben.
Ben: Hey, where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you since Sunday. I felt bad about how we left things at the wedding.
Me: Sorry, been helping take care of a sick friend. Everything okay?
Ben: Shit, Lily. I was about to call your mom and see if you were alright. Everything’s fine. I’m free tonight. Abby is in Missoula shopping with her mom. Want to hang out?
Was that really how it would be from now on? Sneaking around, doing things only when his girlfriend was out of town? I know if I were in Abby’s shoes, I wouldn’t have wanted that.
If she wasn’t comfortable with us being friends, there was nothing I could do about it. But I wouldn’t be a part-time friend, I wouldn’t be Ben’s little secret, and I definitely wouldn’t be the girl who snuck around to hang out with the guy she was crushing on.
I had to wonder if I even had a crush on Ben anymore. Was that possible, when I was thinking about Maverick every other moment?
Me: I can’t tonight. I’m sorry.
I paused for a moment, realizing that, had I gotten this text from Ben a mere four days ago, I would have dropped everything to hang out with him. Now, I had no interest in doing so. I didn’t want to leave Maverick.
Glancing down the hall toward his bedroom, I told myself it was simply because I knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet.
When my phone vibrated in my hand, I jumped.
Ben: Bummer. I was really hoping to get to hang out.
Me: How about this weekend? Maybe we could grab dinner and a movie, if Abby doesn’t mind me being a third wheel.
The three little dots moved up and down on my phone for what seemed like forever before his reply came back.
Ben: I don’t think Abby would be down for that.
Frowning, I typed out my reply and practically broke my phone in two when I jammed the send arrow.
Me: Message received, loud and clear.
His reply came back almost instantly.
Ben: I already told you how she felt about you, Lily.