Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Just because I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve like the rest of you—”
“That’s not even it, and you know it.” I shake my head. “I totally get why you kept your feelings for Jake a secret. I might have done the same thing in your shoes. What I don’t get is this sudden fascination with Misty. And don’t say it’s because she’s Jake’s sister—which we’re not even sure is true—because siblings can be different as night and day. Whether she shares his blood or not, Misty is not Jake. Not even close. You must see that.”
Brett leans back, closes his eyes, and draws in a deep breath.
He’s done talking. Case closed. His mind is made up. Misty stays.
Which means I go.
Simple enough.
I soak for a few more minutes and then stand and wrap a towel around my waist.
Time to get back to my suite, shower, and dress for the ferry ride.
I’m so out of here.
EPISODE 72
BETWEEN HESITANCY AND POWER
Ariel
I want to taste you again, Ariel. Taste that sweet nectar between your legs. Sit on my face, sweetheart. Please.
Alex’s words drift through my mind as I’m grinding... Writhing... Coming...
It’s all so heady and decadent, like nothing I’ve known.
The guys back home don’t care much about a lady’s experience. That first time with Nelson was a bust, and after that I never heard from him again.
And then time after time after time...I gave in to the men who wanted me, only to be disappointed.
But Alex Maxwell doesn’t disappoint.
He’s got his tongue shoved so far up my pussy that I almost feel like he’s fucking me as I rub my wet clit all over the stubble on his granite chin.
June’s still sucking his cock, and though I’m tempted to watch, I find my eyes closing as I let my hands wander over my breasts and tweak my nipples.
The climax comes slowly this time. It starts quiet as a whisper, like the gentle rustle of magnolia leaves in a soft breeze, and then it builds up louder and bolder, like a thunderstorm rolling in over the cotton fields, until it reaches a peak that's as grand and full as a choir at a Sunday service.
I have to keep myself from yelling out “Thank you, God in Heaven!” when it reaches the pinnacle. Instead I let out a shriek as the torpedoes shoot through my body from Alex’s expert pussy eating.
When the orgasm slows down, I open my eyes to watch him shoot his load into June’s mouth.
Jealousy spears through me.
And I don’t like it one little bit.
He wouldn’t fuck me last night. He wouldn’t even let me give him a blow job. Or was that Brett the night before?
The fact that I can’t remember bugs me more than a little. I’m giving the wrong signals to too many men.
I slide off Alex’s face to scramble off the bed, but before I can, he grabs me. “Fuck, you’re sweeter even than last night, Ariel.”
I’m not sure what to say to that, so I simply smile.
“June,” he says, “come taste Ariel’s pussy.”
June crawls toward me, a seductive smile on her face. Another second later, he says, “I want June to taste you.”
What? He wants me to kiss a girl? Or does he want her to...
June smiles.
Yeah, she’s up for it. But she’s a famous model, used to the scene. She’s already had one threesome.
But little old me?
I’ve never done something so forbidden. So taboo.
June is so beautiful, but—
She grabs me before I think it through, and—my lips already parted—she darts her tongue between them.
I like the kiss. It’s different. Unique. Softer than kissing a man.
But I want to be kissing Alex.
He just came, though, so he’s probably done for this morning.
I break the kiss and—
My eyes shoot open. I was dreaming. Reliving the threesome from earlier this morning. After June and I finished kissing, I made some excuse about needing to get some sleep and...
I ended up back here, where I did indeed fall asleep, it seems.
The whole point of seducing Alex was so he would convince Evangeline to let her stay on the island. Turns out he’d already decided June wasn’t leaving, so we didn’t need to go through with the threesome.
I enjoyed it anyway. Mostly.
But now I’m feeling kind of...dirty.
What would Mama say? She’s back home, rooting for me to successfully snag a billionaire, but I don’t know if either of us thought about what I might have to do to make that happen. She’d probably go straight to Pastor Fischer and beg him to pray for my soul.
Mama wouldn’t want me having threesomes or kissing girls. Heck, Mama wouldn’t have wanted me to do most of the things I’ve done since I turned eighteen, though.
It’s not about what she wants, Ariel. It’s about what you want.
The words come to me in Emily’s voice, British accent and all.