Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 53034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
I texted Isaac on our flight home and told him no talking about the toast, the video, or anything else about the wedding or our trip. He’s been good about it.
Within two minutes of putting my hands under her shirt, Talia is squeezing my ass, urging me to get on top of her. When she wants sex, she doesn’t like waiting, and I like that about her.
I kiss her neck, her moans becoming more insistent. When I kiss her cheek, her nose, and her forehead, she squeezes my ass so hard her nails dig in, and I arch my brows.
“You want me bad, huh?”
She smiles. “My headache is finally gone. You’ve got fifteen seconds to get your cock inside me, or I’m getting on top of you.”
I kiss her lips lightly, humming with amusement. “You can try.”
“If you don’t want to fuck me, I can always go see if Isaac will,” she says playfully.
I scoff. “Don’t make me beat the shit out of my own goalie. Your dad wouldn’t like that.”
She wrinkles her nose. “Not a good time to mention him.”
“Sorry about that.” I move on top of her, lacing my hands through her fingers on both hands and pinning them to her pillow. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“I look forward to it.”
Her eyes are like an abstract painting. They’re a swirl of amber, warm browns and earthy greens. I want to wake up to this view of her every day.
“I love you, Talia. I don’t know if you’re ready to say it when you’re sober, but it doesn’t matter. When you’re looking for a job and deciding where to move, I want you to know I’m in love with you. I don’t want anyone else.”
She gently squeezes my hands. “I love you, too. I didn’t even realize it was happening, but you’ve become my closest friend, and you also happen to be incredible in bed. It’s a killer combo.”
I get to my knees and fist my cock, sliding the crotch of her panties aside. Then I line the tip of my cock up and bury myself all the way inside her with one hard thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries, gasping. “That feels good.”
“You’re going to have some wet panties after this, love. Not just from your hot pussy, but from my cum.”
Her eyes brighten with desire and she pants, “Yes.”
I put my hands on the backs of her thighs and push them forward, driving into her again.
“Fuck me hard,” she whispers. “Make me come, baby.”
Her words are like a drug, my body responding to her without thought. I’m fucking feral for the way she looks and sounds, spread open to me, her cheeks rosy and her round tits bouncing hard as I plow into her over and over. I want her to call me baby every day. On the phone. Over breakfast, when I bring her a fresh cup of coffee. But especially when I’m fucking her like this.
She arches her back and her lips round into a silent O of pleasure. She’s got a thing about Isaac not hearing her orgasm.
Not me. I want him to tell every member of my team—or better, every man on the planet—that she’s mine now. I groan hard as I pump my hips into her one last time, filling her pussy.
“God, you’re amazing,” she says when I pull out of her a few seconds later.
“You bring it out of me.” I move onto my back and she curls against my side, her fingertip back on my chest, making a slow circle.
“I don’t want to get out of this bed,” she says softly.
“We don’t have to.” I brush the hair away from her eyes with my fingers. “At least not yet.”
“I like this world. Just us. Let’s live here for a little bit longer.”
I pull the covers over us and try not to think about her applying for jobs in other states.
“Thanks for breaking your dick off in my ass, cocksucker!” Isaac yells at the TV.
It’s an hour later, and the smell of brewing coffee got me and Talia out of bed. We came down to find Isaac had been up all night playing Call of Duty with his online gaming friends.
He has dark circles beneath his eyes and his coffee table is crowded with empty energy drink cans, dirty dishes and open chip bags. Some of the stuff has been on the coffee table since we got here a couple days ago. Isaac is not a good housekeeper, and that’s putting it mildly.
Talia is currently loading dishes from yesterday into the dishwasher.
“Hey. You don’t need to clean his house, babe,” I say.
“I can’t look at these any longer,” she gripes. “They’re about to grow legs and walk away.”
“What the fuck, man?” Isaac yells. “Are you new here?”
Talia shakes her head. “He’s a fourteen-year-old trapped in a twenty-six-year-old’s body. Does he bring women here?”