Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
His powerful hands grasp my inner thighs, pressing them into the bed as he speeds his movement.
“Oh my God.”
He slows, kissing and licking until my body is trembling with electric sensations shooting through my system.
It’s too much and not enough at the same time. Part of me doesn’t want this to ever end. But the instant he sucks my clit into his mouth, I knife up, moaning his name. My stomach twists in knots, pressure building low and winding up my spine.
“Please.” I fist his hair and grind against his mouth, not recognizing the desperation in my throaty plea.
He devours me expertly, using his tongue and mouth to bring me to the edge of insanity.
This is the level of intimacy that wraps me in its protection. The ability to be free and just feel what is happening between us. No man has ever worshipped me in this way.
He sucks hard, and that’s all it takes. Stars explode behind my eyelids, the orgasm shooting a million prickling sensations through my bloodstream. My body gives out and I slump back to the bed, gasping for air.
His hands release my thighs and he moves up my body, brushing his lips over mine. “I want to start every day like this with you. That’s where I stand.”
I pry my eyes open to find him looming. “Love that idea.”
“Shit, babe, you make it hard to leave.”
My hand goes into his shorts, my nails scraping the metal ring. He hisses, kneeling back out of my reach. “Go back to sleep. I want you right here when I’m done.”
“Okay.”
He scrubs his hand through his hair and gives me one last glance before pushing off the bed.
“Don’t you need to umm…” I trail off, not sure how to phrase my thought.
“Need to what?”
“Maybe, um, wash your face or something.” I don’t mention the fact his hair looks like I’ve had my hands in it.
He smirks, dropping his gaze to my hips and winking on his way to the door. “No.”
I stare at the door long after he’s gone, pretty sure my body is on fire for an extra reason. Sleep is impossible, so I drag myself to the bathroom and fumble through my routine, packing my stuff as I go.
When I bend down to slide on my shorts, I let out a little squeal. Small, circular marks line the crease of my thighs from the pads of Ford’s fingers.
“What the hell?”
“Either you’re seeing your vagina for the first time, or it’s been used.”
At the sound of Jewls' voice, I whip up so fast I lose my balance and tumble to the ground in a messy heap. My shorts go flying, and Harley catches them mid-air.
“Nice…” she praises, staring at my legs.
Thank God I had the foresight to put on underwear, although I currently feel like I’m completely exposed.
“What are you doing?” I squeak.
“We’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes for you to surface after the guys left.”
“Don’t you live in another house?”
“Yes, but I knew we had you to ourselves for an hour.”
“Why do you need me?”
“Because you have turned into ‘that’ girl!” Jewls props her hand on her hip.
“That girl?”
“The sex-addicted friend who barely comes up for air.”
I haul myself up and take the shorts from Harley “Sorry?” I reply without a hint of sincerity.
“You’re glowing.” Jewls circles her hand in my direction.
“So are you.”
“I’m with child. I’m supposed to glow.”
“Actually, you’re with children.”
“Potato, potato. Don’t change the subject.”
“What was the subject again?”
“You. We have been waiting patiently for details.”
“Details on my sex life?”
“Yes,” they chorus.
“Is that normal? I mean, I know you two share everything, but you’ve been best friends for a long time.”
They exchange a look, having a silent conversation. Harley tips her head and Jewls tilts her chin, both their gazes coming back to me.
“It was bound to happen. Fifty-fifty shot.” Jewls sounds disappointed.
“What was bound to happen?” A tingle snakes over my skin.
“One of them was bound to be bad in bed. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“W-wh-what? Ford isn’t bad in bed.”
“Mediocre is okay,” Harley chirps encouragingly.
Ford mediocre? The thought sends me into a fit of hysteria. I double over until tears blur my vision. “Ford isn’t mediocre at anything. Especially sex.”
“Thank goodness. Now I need to eat. Let’s go.”
I giggle all the way to the kitchen and decline her offer of coffee. My system is already buzzing on a natural high.
“Okay, spill.”
“What do I say? You obviously know we took our relationship to the next level.”
“Would you say that level is more nuclear or stratospheric?” Harley’s approach is much less abrasive than Jewls’ but equally as invasive.
Good cop-slash-bad cop at their finest.
And they’re my friends. The best friends I’ve ever had. This happens. Unlike when Carson and Addie were here, this is a true inquisition with no boundaries.
Still, I take a few minutes, staring into space as if I’m contemplating the world’s greatest mystery and letting them stew.