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)
Our bodies felt like one. We connected in the most intense and beautiful of ways. And I knew Gavin Quinn had ruined me for all other men.
When he finally came to a slow stop, he rested his forehead on mine. We both drew in gasps of air as the smell of sex filled the air.
Once his breathing settled some, he settled on his forearms and smiled at me.
I couldn’t help it; I giggled like a damn teenage girl.
“That was fucking amazing. I’ve never…it’s never been that good, Brystol.”
All I could do was nod and whisper, “I know.”
He kissed me and rolled us until I was straddling him. His dick was nestled between my legs, and still somewhat hard, so I gave an experimental rock forward…and when I did, a zip of pleasure raced through my body.
“Oh gosh,” I said, rocking more. “That feels so good.”
His hands came to my hips. “I think I need maybe an hour, Bry.”
“Shut up, Gavin,” I said, as I slid back and forth against his semi-hard dick. “That feels amazing. Oh God, oh God, oh God!”
And before I knew it, I was coming again. It wasn’t as intense, but hell if it didn’t feel just as good. I dropped my head to his chest and giggled again.
“What the hell? This pregnancy is going to kill me if I’m this horny the entire time.”
Gavin laughed. “Well, then I give my body to you to use however you like.”
Lifting my head, I smiled. “Shower?”
“Together?”
“I mean, do you really need an hour or…?”
He rolled me back over and kissed me. “Fifteen minutes.”
“Perfect. That’s enough time for you to wash me and me to wash you.”
Climbing out of bed, Gavin reached down and picked me up, carrying me to my bathroom. There, he set me down on the cold counter, causing me to let out a girly shriek. He turned on the water and motioned for me to join him in the shower…where he was indeed ready again in fifteen minutes.
Gavin
The birds singing outside of Brystol’s bedroom window made me roll over and look at the time. Why were they so damn loud? It was winter, for crying out loud.
The bedside clock read five minutes until seven. I turned to see Brystol sleeping peacefully. I watched her for a few minutes until I couldn’t take it any longer—I had to kiss her.
Leaning in, I kissed the tip of her nose. She barely moved, so I did it again. Lifting her hand, she swatted and just missed hitting my face.
Clearly this was going to take something more.
She was lying on her back, so I carefully slipped under the covers and made my way between her legs. When I pushed them apart, she stirred, and before she could fully wake up, I spread her open and licked her like she was my favorite flavor of ice cream.
Brystol gasped as I covered her with my mouth.
“Holy shit!” she cried, her hands pushing into my hair and holding me close.
I worked her with my mouth until she was squirming. When she finally stopped crying out my name, I pulled away from her, pulled the sheet back, and smiled.
“My God,” she gasped. “That is my new favorite way to wake up.”
With a chuckle, I moved up her body and kissed her. She laughed and pulled me close to bridge the gap between us.
The kiss was soft and sweet, and Brystol moaned when our tongues touched. She moved her hand down and grabbed my hard length…and before anything more could happen, the doorbell rang.
We broke the kiss as Brystol asked, “Who in the world could that be? What time is it?”
“Seven.”
“Maybe they’ll go away.”
We waited in silence for a few minutes before the doorbell rang again, followed by loud knocking.
“I think someone wants to talk to you.”
She glanced over to the bedside table, then cursed. “I must have left my phone in my purse.”
I smiled. “We did kind of drop everything to get to your bedroom.”
Brystol giggled, and I felt my chest swell. I loved making her laugh…and intended to do it for the rest of our lives.
Someone pounded on the door again.
“It’s probably my mother, worried because she couldn’t get a hold of me,” she said, as she slipped out of bed and rushed over to her dresser. She pulled on sweats, a T-shirt, and a sweatshirt. “If you hear my mother, stay here.”
I watched with a smile on my face as she hurried out of her bedroom. Then I quickly gathered up my own clothes and headed to the bathroom.
I stopped when I heard Evelyn’s raised voice.
“Shit,” I said, as I quickly got dressed.
“I was worried, Brystol! I tried calling you last night, this morning, and nothing.”
“I was out to dinner on a date, and my phone was in my purse, Evelyn.”
“Great.” I heard Denny say, as I neared the living room. “Now that you know she’s okay, we can leave her alone.”