Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Let me lay it all out on the line here— my mother is dead set on getting me hitched to Trudy Vesterlane. My mother thinks it will be a marriage made in Heaven since she’s best friends with Trudy’s mom. Her family vacations next to mine every year, and every year, despite my objections, it’s the same thing: Trudy and I paired up. Not this year. This year, I’m engaged.
Trudy enters the kitchen and stops short when she sees Zoe and I.
“Who’s this?” Trudy asks, her blue eyes glaring right at Zoe.
“My fiancee.”
“That’s unexpected,” Trudy says, assessing Zoe like a pony at a pony show. The contrast between them is stark. Where Zoe is warm and inviting, dark hair and carefree smile, Trudy is an ice queen, cold and snooty, blonde and a pinched smile that looks like someone shoved an icicle up her ass.
I grab Zoe’s hand. “Let me show you where you’ll be staying.” We leave the frostiness in the kitchen behind and head toward the garland-wrapped grand staircase. She follows me up, quietly.
I peer over my shoulder. “Sorry about all of that.”
She smiles, but it’s strained. “It’s ok. It’s part of the deal, ya know?”
“Well, it shouldn’t be.”
“Were you and Trudy…” she trails off.
“Fuck no. Not for her lack of trying, though.”
“Ah,” she says as we enter the first room on the right. I shut the door behind us.
Zoe moves further into the large space, taking in the view of mountains from the floor-to-ceiling window on the far wall.
“This room is huge,” she says, admiring the dark wood furnishings. Her eyes stop on the faux reindeer head jutting from the wall between two butter-colored overstuffed armchairs, and she laughs. “I love it.”
“My mother themes the room every year, looks like you got Vixen.”
“Which do you get?”
“Prancer.”
She studies me, contemplating. “Well, I can see that. I read an article once where they ranked the reindeer, and Prancer came in second. He’s sweet and kind. A sensitive soul.”
Is that how she sees me? I make a mental note to be more badass. “I don’t like to be second,” I admit, resting my shoulder against the door frame. “I’m guessing red nose won.”
She shakes her head. “Nope. The only female on the team, obviously.” She thumbs over her shoulder, with a wink that sets my heart racing. “Vixen.”
How fucking appropriate. Cause that’s what she is. My dick hardens just from being alone with this girl. What is wrong with me? I can usually handle being in the same room as a pretty woman; I’m not a teenager for fuck’s sake. Right now, I don’t care about the situation, or all the people downstairs most likely talking about this relationship right now. I cross the room with purpose, that purpose being the need to touch Zoe. For the second in less than hour, our lips meet in a hungry kiss that makes me wonder what voodoo she possesses. Her tongue tangles with mine, and I tighten my grip on her. She tastes like peppermint and holiday wishes.
“Graham,” she whispers, breaking the kiss to run her lips along my jaw, “we shouldn’t be doing this here.”
She’s right. We shouldn’t. We should be on the bed.
I don’t know what’s come over me. It’s like a demon has possessed my body and put it into this constant state of horniness when I’m around her.
“I can’t help myself.”
She smells so good. Maybe it’s her soap, maybe she’s put some pheromone into it that turns me into this wild beast. I make another mental note to get an ingredient list.
I tug her closer, tearing at the button on the top of her jeans. Our lips meet again, and I unzip, and slip my fingers underneath her panties. “You’re so wet.” I groan against her lips, dipping into her heat.
“Graham,” she pleads, moving her hips against my hand.
So, I keep going.
I slide a finger inside her tight heat, and rock myself against her to ease the pressure in my cock. “Tell me you want me, right here, right now.”
“I do,” she says as pump my finger inside her, hooking it at just the right angle. Her moans increase, and I slip another finger into her pussy and circle her clit with the pad of my thumb.
“Zoe, come for me, baby.” I’m so hard. I can’t take much more of this, and I want to come right alongside her.
“Oh god,” she murmurs, bucking faster. “Call me baby again.” Her fingers grip tighter at the base of my scalp, her nails digging into my heated flesh.
“You like when I call you baby?”
“Yes.”
She moans long and hard, her pussy vibrating around my fingers.
I kiss her as she rides out her orgasm. When her body calms, I release my grip. “You’re so fucking hot when you come,” I tell her. My dick is painful when I pull my hand from her jeans and lick my fingers, savoring the sweet taste of her.