Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Eventually, our food arrived, and we ate as our conversation delved into getting to know each other. I discovered that she loved to sing and dance, hated black licorice, and had grown up watching football with her dad and three brothers.
I told her I also disliked black licorice, loved anything strawberry flavored, and only attempted to sing in the shower.
“You’ll have to show me that sometime,” she snickered with a cheeky grin.
Damn, she was amazing. My desire for her simmered under the surface, but I enjoyed the date so much that I was almost sad to see it end.
Almost.
But we had a lifetime for more nights like this.
After paying the check, I helped her out of the booth and slipped my arm around her waist as I swiftly guided her back out to the truck.
11
CLEO
I had enjoyed my dinner tremendously—the pasta was the best I’d ever had—but what I liked best about our date was that I had Rigby all to myself. The booth he’d gotten for us was so private, it had felt as though we were in our own little bubble. But the curtain didn’t offer enough protection for him to act on the heat in his blue orbs all night.
I was in complete agreement when he practically dragged me to his truck and drove like a bat out of hell back to his place. It took much less time than it should have, but I still practically threw myself into his arms when he opened my door. “Finally.”
“Tell me about it,” he grunted, swinging me up and kicking the door shut before he stomped through the parking garage toward the elevator. “My cock is so damn hard that it’s about to punch through my zipper.”
I patted his chest and teased, “You say the sweetest things.”
He glanced down, his hold on me tightening. “Sorry, baby. I’m lucky I can string a full sentence together. My control is that thin.”
Knowing I got to this big, strong man so much humbled me. Beaming a smile at him, I murmured, “I don’t need pretty words when you say stuff like that.”
“Plan on hearing a fuck of a lot more because you’re always hell on my self-restraint.”
For a guy with a reputation for being tight-lipped, Rigby had proven to have a way with words when it came to me. I loved that he didn’t show this side of himself to other people. It made me feel so special.
When we got to his apartment, he headed straight for the bedroom and set me in the center of the bed. While he ripped his shirt over his head, I crawled to the edge of the mattress and flicked open the button of his pants. I had never given a blow job before, but I was curious about what it would feel like to have his thick dick in my mouth. But before I slipped my hand inside, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist.
I peeked up at him, and my cheeks filled with heat as I asked, “Don’t you want…”
He gave me a jerky nod and pressed my palm against his hard length. “Want isn’t a strong enough word, but if you wrap those perfect lips around my cock, I won’t last long enough to make you scream. You’re going to have to wait until I’m not dying to sink my cock inside your sweet pussy to give me a blow job. Maybe during round two tonight you can sit on my face while you suck my dick.”
“Round two?” I echoed on a gasp, my inner walls fluttering at his dirty talk.
Yanking off my shoes after kicking off his own, he nodded. “As long as you’re not too sore, I plan to be inside you as often as possible tonight.”
“Whoa,” I breathed, lifting off the mattress so he could get me out of my skirt.
His thumb brushed against my inner thigh as he asked, “You like the sound of that plan?”
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“Thank fuck. Feeling your tight pussy wrapped around me is just about all I could think about today,” he admitted with a soft chuckle. “I can’t tell you how many times I fucked up during practice because I wasn’t paying enough attention to know what was going on.”
I bit my bottom lip when he shoved his pants down his thick thighs. “I didn’t fare much better during class. Any time I moved in my seat, it felt as though I could feel exactly where you’d been the night before.”
“Damn, that’s hot.”
I traced my fingers over the dark tattoo on his forearm. “So are you.”
“It’s a damn good thing you think so because you’re stuck with me now, baby.”
The sensual threat in his deep voice sent a thrill down my spine, and I helped him quickly strip me out of my clothes so he could make good on it. Which he didn’t waste any time doing.