Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
As my body fills Aubrey’s, we both moan at the delectable sensation and collide in a deep, hungry kiss as I begin thrusting, in and out. I fuck her without holding back. Deep. Until my balls are flush with her body with every stroke. She feels divinely designed for my body. Created specifically for me. She’s fucking perfect.
Our bodies synch up into a grunting, frenzied rhythm; and soon, we’re both out of our heads. Setting fire to the bedsheets and to the crescent moon and shimmering lake outside my bedroom window. We’re moving as one. We’re in the zone.
I didn’t know it was possible for me to want someone like this, ever again. The last time it happened, the only other time, was fifteen years ago, when I was a dumb, selfish kid. A dumbass who didn’t grasp the rarity of it. The preciousness. I assumed it’d happen, again and again, over the course of my long lifetime, as easily as snapping my fingers or calling room service. I assumed it’d be that easy again, simply because I’d been lucky enough to stumble cluelessly into true love, so fucking young, despite myself. But when I never felt that way again, not even close, and the years dragged on, I accepted my fate. No more love for Caleb. Never again.
But now, suddenly, here I am at thirty-five, after a lifetime of being alone and lonely, after a decade and a half of being everyone’s third wheel and plus-one, I’m finally feeling that same kind of electricity again. That same kind of magic. Only better this time. So much fucking better. Because I’m not taking it for granted.
Fifteen years ago, I carelessly threw my ex’s love away with both hands, in favor of fulfilling my stupid rockstar fantasies. I figured she’d be waiting for me, when I got back from tour. Or if not then, when I was finally ready to commit, whenever that might be.
This time, though, I’m not going to make the same mistakes.
Wait.
Shit.
So, that’s it? I’m officially falling in love with Aubrey?
Yep.
I am.
I can’t deny it.
Don’t even want to deny it.
I’m falling for her, hard. Mind, body, heart, and soul. And it feels so fucking good.
As the truth settles into my chest, I begin fucking Aubrey, even harder, with even more fervor, which then causes our mutual pleasure to spiral even higher, into the stratosphere.
I fuck her till she’s growling and gripping my shoulders. My neck. Chest. Hair. Beard.
I fuck her till a torrent of whimpers and moans pours out of her mouth, till a stream of hoarse whispers escapes mine.
I fuck her till she’s running her hands feverishly over the planes and grooves of my back, shoulders, and arms. Till she’s gripping my bare ass and digging her fingernails into me and begging me not to stop.
I fuck her till I’m on the cusp of losing it, till I’m whispering into her ear that she’s perfect and feels like heaven. I tell her I’ve waited a lifetime to feel this fucking good. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else,” I confess. And a second later, Aubrey unleashes an orgasm with my cock burrowed deep inside her, all the way, thereby hurtling me into a blissful release of my own.
As I come, I snap my hips forward, driving myself as deep inside her as I can get. So fucking deep, I’m surprised I’m not physically splitting the poor girl in two.
Streaks of light.
Stars.
They’re lighting up my blurred vision like a fireworks display, as my body empties itself into her. Well, into the condom, anyway. I swear, I’ve never regretted wearing a condom more in my life. After news of Claudia’s pregnancy reached me, I swore I’d never have sex again without a condom. But in this moment, the idea of making a baby with Aubrey doesn’t freak me out. It thrills me.
When my body stops shuddering, I pause to catch my breath, while Aubrey does the same underneath me. That was the most intense, outrageously addicting sexual experience of my life. Hands down. I don’t know if I’m truly falling in love with Aubrey, like my body’s telling me. It’s distinctly possible the intensity of my feelings is purely situational. The product of my blooming love for Raine mixed with my gratitude to Aubrey for making that love possible. But lying here now on top of Aubrey, it sure feels like it.
I guess the only thing I know for sure is I want to have sex with Aubrey again and again. Tonight. Tomorrow night. The night after that. As much as humanly possible, every chance I get, while my brain figures out if my body’s telling the truth about my feelings . . . or if it’s simply hopelessly horny and deeply confused.
Chapter 21
Aubrey
“Ilove you,” I murmur.
Caleb is softly kissing every inch of my naked body, from head to toe, making me swoon and sigh along the way.