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)
“Brian looked like he’s about ready to stroke out,” another says, but this was spoken on a laugh without any real concern.
I turn to look at Simone and she just shrugs.
More people—dozens—leave the house, and I see Cash McCain coming out, still holding a beer in his hand. He’s young and impressionable, but also not the brightest.
“Stay here,” I tell Simone, and then I break away from her, trotting across the lawn to catch up with Cash.
“Hey, man,” I call out to him, and he stops to turn to me. “What’s going on?”
“Weren’t you inside?” he asks.
“Had to take a leak and the line to the bathroom was a mile long,” I throw out off the top of my head. He grins and nods, and I know this man-child has peed in many a yard in his young life.
I nod back to the house. “Why’s everyone leaving?”
“Gray went into labor,” Cash says with a toothy grin. “Water broke right there over that fancy rug by the fireplace. Brian called the party over. They’re loading her up in Ryker’s car to take her to the hospital.”
“Gotcha,” I say with relief. “Guess I’ll head out myself.”
“Wanna go party?” he asks me.
“Nope. Going to get a good night’s sleep,” I reply. Right after I have my way with Simone. But I eye the beer in his hand and ask, “You okay to drive?”
“This was my first,” he says, holding the beer up. “I’m good.”
“All right…see you at the next practice,” I say genially, and realize I just had a friendly conversation and it wasn’t all that hard.
“Cool, dude,” he says, and heads toward the road. My car is up that way too, but I give him a few yards and then I turn back to where Simone’s standing the darkness. I jerk my head toward where the Range Rover is and hope she understands. I turn and start walking that way, knowing she’ll catch up to me.
When I reach the passenger door, I wait for Simone. People walk by, calling out goodbyes. Some people are talking about going to the hospital.
I open the door when she approaches and she slides in. I jog around to the driver’s side, and once I’m seated and belted, I feel compelled to ask. “I’m not great with this social shit, but should we be going to the hospital? I heard some people say that as they were walking by.”
Simone shakes her head. “I’m not sure the hospital would appreciate that. Plus, she could be in labor for hours.”
I sigh with relief. Last thing I wanted was to be standing around in a cramped waiting room with Simone in reaching distance but with no ability to touch her.
“Then let’s go home,” I say as I start the engine.
“What are we going to do?” she teases, reaching a hand over to lay it on my thigh. Once I put the Rover in drive and pull onto the road, my hand goes down to wrap around hers. She squeezes my hand in return, and that’s when I notice I actually made an affectionate, nonsexual move on her that was done without any real thinking on my part. Almost as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
I resist the slight urge to pull away, and then it passes.
I turn to give her a brief glance. “I’ve got handcuffs. Wanna play?”
“Oh yeah,” she says, her voice husky. “Totally want to play.”
Chapter 18
Simone
I wake up with Van’s mouth between my legs. I sigh in pleasure as my fingers slide into his hair. “This is a nice way to start my morning.”
Van lifts his head, and I have to raise mine from the pillow to look down at him. His lips are wet and he grins at me. “You took forever to wake up. I think you actually had one orgasm in your sleep.”
“Really?” I ask with a pout. I didn’t know I could do that.
“I think so. Had two fingers in you and your pussy clamped down hard on them.”
“Wow,” I say in amazement. “But that kind of sucks I don’t remember it.”
“Didn’t suck for me,” he says, bending slightly to touch his tongue to my clit. My hips shoot up off the bed, but slam right back down as his hands go to my stomach to pin me in place. “Stay still. I want to make you come again.”
“Then you can fuck me,” I murmur.
His eyes crinkle. “That’s a given.”
“You may proceed then,” I say regally.
Van’s mouth presses down onto me and then I’m lost to everything but him.
After I come—brilliantly—and he fucks me—stupendously—Van passes on my offer for breakfast, stating he’d rather get his workout done for the day. He doesn’t add, “So we can spend the rest of the day together,” but I’m choosing for that to be the implication. He’s not the best with words, so I sometimes have to read into his actions.