Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
The stranger stood and rearranged his clothes; I hadn’t realized that he’d kept the suit on the entire time. I got a dirty shiver from that.
“I should go,” he said, climbing to his feet. He mumbled a thank-you to me and hurried away from us, back out the gate.
True to my fantasy, neither Matt nor the stranger had told me his name. If I so chose, I might never know. I could indulge in a new fantasy: that the stranger wasn’t someone Matt had arranged, just a stranger who’d blundered into the weirdest night of his life.
And the hottest night of mine.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
(Matthew)
There was a finite amount of time before cum went from a plasma to a liquid. As much as I loved sitting there, watching Charlotte’s raw, swollen cunt twitch and clench in the aftershocks of the pleasure, I had to move.
“I need to clean this up,” I said with a dismayed chuckle. “Shall we go inside?”
“Sure.” She eased her legs down from the arms of the chair and staggered behind the bar to collect her clothes. I couldn’t wait around; my situation had gone from drip threat to drip reality. I hurried inside, grateful that she didn’t immediately follow me. Nobody needed to see my awkward walk.
I went into the master bathroom and grabbed the nearest item, a hand towel, to clean myself up. While I swiped away as much as I could with the dry towel, I eyed the Jacuzzi tub. I hadn’t tried it out yet, preferring the walk-in shower. But there was a gorgeous, naked woman on the roof, and I didn’t want her to leave. Not yet.
I started the taps on the tub.
“Matt?” Charlotte called.
“In here.” I was still sporting glistening smears across my torso when I left the bathroom to meet her. Her eyes dropped to them, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
With a gesture of her thumb over her shoulder, she said, “I was going to head out.”
“You don’t have to.” I hoped I didn’t sound too needy. “I’m going to get into the tub. Care to join me?”
“Oof. I shouldn’t,” she began, but her resolve weakened almost at once. “I don’t know. What could it hurt?”
“Exactly. Give yourself a chance to come down.” Give me a chance to make sure nothing we did threw you for a loop. As sexually free with her body as she was, she was still in her twenties. If a role-playing threesome had blown her mind, she wasn’t as experienced as she would perhaps like me to believe.
The tub would take some time to fill up, so I sat on the edge of the king-sized bed with her.
“How was it?” I asked. My voice was oddly uncertain. I’d wanted her to be impressed with it all. Not only the sex, but the care I’d taken to make the sex happen, to make sure she’d enjoyed it.
“Um, amazing?” She reassured me.
“Too short, though?”
“Just right,” she promised. “I wasn’t timing anyone. And frankly, I probably shouldn’t have had another sex marathon. Not with the wedding rehearsal tomorrow.”
“The wedding rehearsal.” Fuck. “I forgot, I’m not here to have sex with you and fulfill your secret desires.”
“Right, we need to stay focused. It’s Scott and Lauren’s big day.”
“Big weekend,” I corrected her. “And tomorrow night is the bachelor party.”
The bachelor party had seemed so important before. After all, it was one of my biggest duties as the best man. And it was going to be an awesome party. But it would make me miss out on spending more time with Charlotte.
Time I’d begun to view as precious. And that might be a problem.
“I don’t get bachelor parties,” Charlotte mused aloud. “I mean, the groom is already in a committed relationship. Why would he want to go out and do something to fuck it up the night before a really expensive wedding?”
“It wasn’t expensive to them,” I reminded her, and I had no idea why. It sounded petty. “But I get what you’re saying. Why quit the race right before the finish line?”
“Exactly! It’s misogynistic and weird. The idea that someone needs ‘one last night of freedom.’” She punctuated the sentence with finger quotes and an imitation of a deep voice.
“What about bachelorette parties?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I’ve never been to one, and I wasn’t invited to Lauren’s.” There was a note of hurt in her voice. “She doesn’t like me very much. And I don’t fit in with her friends.”
“I don’t think you’re missing anything.” It sounded mean to put it like that, but there it was. “One of them cornered me in the kitchen and wanted to know my opinion on revising legislation to protect trademark standards. I recognize that it’s an important subject but… it was supposed to be a party.”
“Politics are a good time for some people. Usually people who have no stake in them, like soulless billionaires. Maybe she was trying to meet you on your level.” she pointed out so charitably. “But let me guess. It was Art Fair Jewelry Woman.”