Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“You want to do it outside? Kinky,” I say as I back off, giving her even more space while I act like her order is a joke. I’m returning to default mode, using humor to deflect everything because I don’t know why she’s gone from hot to furious in a blink. Her eyes narrow. “Huh. Usually, girls don’t regret me till the morning after.”
That’s unfortunately the truth. I’m good for a one-night stand, a fun story they’ll tell the girls over mimosas—the bad boy they tamed. But usually, I at least get a fuck out of the deal.
Not with Dani, though I shouldn’t be surprised. She’s not like other women. She’s not like anyone, I don’t think.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?”
I chuckle. “Been called worse.” I don’t add the ‘by better’ part of her earlier statement. “A few orgasms might help you chill out, though,” I add helpfully. “What do you say, two? Or three?” I hold up my fingers like we’re negotiating. “More?”
She barks out a humorless laugh. “I know you’re not offering that particular service. You probably couldn’t make me come even with live, play-by-play instructions on how to hit it just right.”
It’s not the insult to my sexual prowess that has me fired up. It’s the idea of Dani coming hard as her eyes flutter closed and sweet sounds of pleasure pass her open lips.
“Start counting,” I vow darkly.
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right. There’s nobody on the planet who can do that to me.”
I shrug, trying to get us back to where we were when she was kissing me. “Offer stands. I’m a good listener, a fast learner, and a better doer.”
In answer, she pushes the screen door open, inviting me to leave.
“Alright, don’t gotta tell me twice,” I say, stepping through the door to the tiny porch. But I glance back over my shoulder. “See ya tomorrow, Dani.”
She might not want to want me, but she sure as fuck kissed me back, and that’s a damn good sign as far as I’m concerned.
Leaving her house, I stride across her yard to my truck, which is parked in front of Kathy’s driveway because of this morning’s delivery. I’m only halfway there when I hear Dani’s door slam behind me. For some reason, the sound makes me smile.
CHAPTER 9
DANI
Iflip over again, to my back this time, and force my eyes to stay closed by squeezing them tightly.
Sleep, Dani. You need to rest.
I think I’ve slept maybe three hours all night, and that wasn’t in one stretch. No, I’ve been tossing and turning, flipping and flopping since I lay down because my brain hasn’t shut up all night.
When I’m asleep, I’m dreaming of Kyle. And when I’m awake, all I can think about is what he said. No, what he promised. Multiple orgasms?
The idea is preposterous. I don’t think it’s even possible outside of some bad acting in a porn video, despite Kyle seeming pretty sure of himself.
Still, something like that isn’t how I’m built. I’m lucky—and I do mean lucky—if I get one orgasm during sex, and that’s not even a certainty. The only ex who did manage to make me come every time was one who did want step-by-step directions but thankfully listened. But once I came, we moved on to other activities, namely him getting his.
The idea of that many is ridiculous. Like Kyle himself.
He’s annoying, that’s for sure. And he pisses me off like no one ever has.
But the way he kissed me?
The truth is, the only reason I pushed him away was because that kiss left me with only two options. Either I pushed him away or I dragged him to my bedroom. Or the floor, option three.
I flip over again, this time to my side, and peel my eyes open, wondering what he would’ve thought of my bedroom. It’s nothing special—a full bed covered in a bed-in-a-bag comforter set I got on sale, a dresser I got off the curb and scrubbed clean, and a chair in the corner where I rarely sit.
He probably wouldn’t have cared, or even noticed, given the passionate way he devoured my mouth and the way his eyes caressed my body.
I sigh heavily, not second-guessing myself, but rather hundred-eleven-guessing my decision to stop Kyle last night. I definitely had a moment of weakness there for a split second, but who could blame me? I mean, he’s hot, a great kisser, and when he’s not being a complete asshole, he can be kinda nice. Like at breakfast.
Meanwhile, I’m me. I hate to admit it, but he was right. I don’t take care of myself, and I’m not only talking my physical needs. Despite my refusal to take care of a man the way my mother does, in some ways, that’s all I do—work to feed the crews, sleep a little, then get up to do it again. Lather, rinse, repeat. I don’t have time for relaxation, masturbation, or even a hot shower some days.