Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
With a sigh, she pushes up off the bed and admits as she walks to the dresser to pick up her purse, “I know. It was just a thought, but apparently stupid.”
“Not stupid,” I say, again feeling the need to soothe her bruised feelings. I walk up to her, placing my hands on her shoulders. “But you know my limitations. I’ve given you more than I’ve ever given another woman, but I’ve given you my all.”
“It’s fine,” she says as she turns into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. It’s a comforting and intimate move, designed to make me feel better about the situation. I can’t fucking help myself, but I return her embrace, to give her at least something in return.
“Am I still shiny?” she asks again as she presses her cheek to my chest.
“The shiniest,” I tell her. “That won’t change.”
She doesn’t respond, but I swear I can feel her smile through her embrace as she squeezes me. I accept it, note how it feels good and that I shouldn’t be afraid of it.
But I am.
It’s foreign to me and I’m distrustful of it.
Distrustful of my own feelings, which is why they need to be kept on lockdown.
“So however will we make time to get our jollies with each other?” Simone asks as she tilts her head back to look up at me. I note an easygoing smile on her face and the heavy moment is gone.
“We’ll have to choose carefully when Lucas isn’t home,” I tell her, reiterating the rule about no fucking in the house again while Lucas is there. “There’s always a hotel room.”
“You could come by Lulu’s and we can sneak off into one of their unisex bathrooms,” she says with a tart grin.
My eyebrows rise as this has potential merit. “Please tell me you’re not fucking kidding me.”
“I’m not fucking kidding you,” she says with a laugh. “It will be adventurous. Or, I could meet you on my break and give you a blow job in your SUV.”
“Christ, you’re going to kill me, Simone,” I grumble as I squeeze her again before I let her go.
“Only if it’s death by orgasm,” she quips, and the way we went at it tonight, I’m not going to be surprised if that ends up being the case between us.
Chapter 14
Simone
This started good and turned amazing.
Since our tryst at the hotel a week ago, Van and I have only been able to hook up twice. It’s been tough, but in fairness, he’s had two home games, and now he’s currently in New Jersey, where he and the Cold Fury will battle the Wildcats in game four of the conference finals tomorrow night. They’re a tough opponent, and while the Cold Fury took the first two home games, New Jersey got the next win.
The first time we were together, he took me at face value and came to Lulu’s. We broke in the unisex bathroom with some fast and furious sex—me bent over the sink—that left me on wobbly legs the rest of my shift.
The second time was when Lucas left to go work out. I was in the kitchen making some toast, and Van was on the couch watching the morning news. Lucas invited him to go, and I have to say, he was very suave when he told Lucas, “Appreciate it, but I’ve actually got plans today.”
Since Van has been more engaging with my brother, this didn’t cause Lucas’s eyebrows to rise at all. He merely said, “That’s cool,” and then came into the kitchen to blend a protein drink.
I shot a glance at Van, who had a slight smirk on his face as he stared at the TV. When Lucas left, he was on me, and let me just say…he was a little bossy and rough, and I loved every minute of it. He put me on my knees, and when I say put me, I mean it was with his hand fisting my hair to push me down. He gave me no opportunity to disagree—not that I wanted to—and then my mouth was full of his cock.
Van only used my mouth for a few minutes, and then he had me on the couch.
There was a brief recovery period, then he had me on his bed.
The only other sexual interaction we had was a dirty text exchange the first night he was in New Jersey. He asked me if I had any fantasies, and I really didn’t, because Van is a walking, breathing fantasy in his own right—so I made a quick one up that got me hot and bothered.
I’d like you to buy a remote-controlled vibrator for me. I’d wear it to the game, sit in the front row so you could see me, and give you the remote. While you’re on the bench, you’d torture me with it.