Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Or what?”
She sighs and turns back around.
I tear off my shirt and throw it to the floor before I follow with the rest of my clothing. When I step in, and the hot water hits my skin, I try not to wince. “How can you have it this hot?”
“It’s not that hot.” She laughs. Turning to face me, she lifts the loofah and puts it on my chest. “You really have the perfect body.” I look down as she moves it across my pecs.
“Did you miss the scars I have?” I ask, nodding to the one she is currently touching.
“I like them. They make your god-like body seem more…” she pauses, “real.” Her other hand touches my lower stomach, and I know she doesn’t miss it when my cock twitches at her touch. “Tell me something real,” she whispers. “I sometimes think you are a figment of my imagination, something you read about in fiction books. I mean, you are all types of fucked-up, but I see glimpses that make it hard for me to stay away.”
“Don’t run away,” I tell her, pulling her to me. She comes easily and lays both her hands on my chest.
“It’s easier that way… to protect my heart,” she almost whispers, but I hear her all the same.
“Kenzo gave me that scar,” I tell her, nodding to where her hand is on my chest. “He got high, and I mean very high on some drugs that one of the guys slipped him. And, well, he was tripping hard and stabbed me with my own knife.”
“Did you do anything to him?”
“Yeah, I knocked him out. He slept off the drugs.”
She chuckles and hands me the loofah. “I’ve never been in love either,” she confesses something real with me as I run the loofah over her arm. She peeks down at my hard cock but says nothing. Let’s be honest, it’s not going anywhere knowing she’s here. “I’m not even sure I want to be in love. Love makes people do crazy things, and I prefer sex.” As she says that last part, her finger ghosts over the tip of my cock before she wraps her hand around it gently and squeezes.
“Sex is always fun.” I grunt when she starts to stroke me.
“Your type of sex is not fun.” While licking her lips, she locks her eyes on mine.
“If I recall, you came every time.” I leave those words hanging there.
“And it scared the shit out of me.”
“A little punishment or pain in fucking is always fun,” I confess while her hand is still working my cock.
“I think you should kiss me now.” She tips her head up, and I waste no time, lifting my hands to her face and gripping it as my lips meet hers. Kissing Alaska is like entering a storm—it’s pretty to look at, but once you are in the middle of it, you can’t see any way to escape. She’s a storm to me, and I get sucked in every time. Since the first moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I wanted her. She has something about her that simply drew me in. I can’t even pinpoint precisely what it is, but it’s one hundred percent her.
Her lips move against mine, touching and tasting me. I can’t seem to stop myself as I hold her face tighter and take in all that she is.
“Zuko…” she mumbles against my lips, “the water has gone cold.” She pulls her mouth from mine, her hand drops from my chest, and she smiles as she steps out of the shower.
I move under the cold water to try to help my hard cock, but it does nothing to stop the strain.
Of her.
THIRTY
Alaska
After the shower, I went to my room and didn’t come out. Zuko didn’t attempt to come in last night either.
I woke up this morning feeling better, like I can move now without wanting to cry. When I get up and leave my room, I find him in the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. He eyes me from over his shoulder as I make my way to him.
“This is the best my kitchen has ever smelled,” I tell him.
“You do know you shouldn’t store shoes in the oven?” he questions.
“I ran out of room everywhere else.” I shrug and notice he’s cooking an omelet in one pan and bacon in the other.
“Where did you get the fry pans from?”
“You really don’t have anything in this place. How do you survive?”
I step over to the freezer and pull it open to show him my frozen dinners. “Quick and easy.” I smile, closing the door.
“You’re looking better.” His eyes assess me. I am wearing a nightie, one that’s loose enough it doesn’t cling to my skin so I can move without it hurting.