Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
A look of horror crossed over his handsome face. “Let’s not do that. I feel like that would scar me for life.”
My hand moved over his erection, and a low hiss slid from Gavin’s mouth.
“I need something to make it wet.”
Now a painful expression crossed his face. “We don’t have to do this, Bry.”
I spit on my hand and moved it slowly up and down his shaft.
“Fuck,” he gasped, dropping his head as he put his hands on either side of me on the counter.
“Does it feel good?” I asked in a low voice.
“So fucking good.”
Smiling, I leaned over and spit again, helping my hand to move faster. Gavin rocked his hips in time with my tight pumps, then he moaned as I reached down with my other hand and cupped his balls.
“Christ, Brystol.”
Feeling naughty, I decided to try out the whole dirty-talk thing.
“I can’t wait to feel this big, hard cock deep inside of me.”
And just like that, he was calling out my name and coming.
I watched as his cum ran down my hand. Raising my finger, I was about to put it in my mouth—when I suddenly felt my stomach roil.
“I can’t do it,” I said with a shake of my head. “God, I want to be a sexy, wanton woman but I’m…I’m going to throw up again!”
Before I knew it, I was puking once more in the toilet, sans panties, while Gavin held my hair back—again—his pants and boxers around his ankles.
When I was finished, Gavin helped me up, and I turned to face him. I pressed my lips together, but Gavin’s look of concern disappeared when he saw I was trying not to laugh.
“Well, I think our relationship is clearly out of the frenemy zone and we’ve moved straight to fuck buddies.”
I tilted my head. “Can we call each other that? We haven’t technically fucked.”
He thought about that for a moment, then nodded. “I fucked you with my mouth and hand, and you fucked me with your hand. I think we’re good with that term.”
I felt my lower stomach pull with desire once again. Lord, I was going to get addicted to this man.
“What if I want more than that?”
“Do you?”
Chewing on my lower lip, I shrugged. “I think so.”
He winked. “Then let’s explore things more.”
Gavin reached down and pulled up his boxers and pants. “I don’t know how I didn’t bust my ass chasing after you with my pants around my ankles.”
I giggled as Gavin helped me get my panties and leggings back on. “What should we tell them downstairs? We’ve been up here for a while.”
He shrugged. “The truth. That we talked, and we’re going to give this relationship a go.”
“Are we really going to do this?”
“I want this to be more than a sexual arrangement, Bry. I want to be here for you during the pregnancy. I know you’ve got Evelyn and Denny, but you deserve someone just for you.”
Smiling, I placed a hand on his massive chest. I desperately wanted to see what it looked like without the shirt on. “I’ve got girlfriends who are there for me.”
He stared at me for a moment, then nodded…and I could see the look of disappointment in his eyes. This was important to him.
“But, sometimes, I could use someone else to talk to. Someone to hold me, and for me to hold them. And to make me see stars when I orgasm.”
Gavin grinned. “I volunteer as tribute.”
A soft laugh slipped free before I sobered. “I know I don’t have a right to ask this. Will you be dating anyone?”
A look of surprise crossed over his face. “No! Will you?”
“God, no. I want this to be exclusive.”
“Good, I want that as well.”
I blinked a few times and slowly shook my head. “We should take things slow. I mean, we went from enemies to frenemies to…lovers in a hot second.”
“But how fun has it been?” He waggled his brows, and I slapped his chest, ignoring how solid it was under my hand.
“We better get back down there. I’m sure trick-or-treating is nearly over.”
Gavin motioned for me to go first. After locking the apartment door, we made our way down the steps, through the back of the toy store and to the front, where Evelyn was still passing out candy.
“Sorry that took so long,” I said, hoping I sounded normal. “I got a bit sick.”
Evelyn straightened so fast, she nearly knocked over the little girl who was reaching into the bowl for candy. “You got sick? Like you threw up?”
“Oh man, gross! The toy store lady is sick!” a random little boy cried out.
His mother came rushing over. “You’re sick and handing out candy to kids? Brystol, are you crazy?”
I held up my hands. “I’m not sick-sick. It’s not what you think.”
“Is it the morning sickness kicking in?” Evelyn asked.