Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
“All true,” Tripp says and I stop myself from retorting that he just met me, and he hasn’t been here long enough to know that.
“What else?”
I frown, and though he can’t see my face, he offers me a lifeline anyway. “You say you’re an old woman.”
“Well, I’m not young…” He wants me to tell the truth and that’s the truth.
“You’re not, but the way you say old woman bugs me. Like you think your age lessens you.” He smacks my ass again, but softly, almost like he doesn’t mean it. “It doesn’t,” he continues. “And you’re not old. You still have a lot of life left, a lot to give, a lot to experience. Yet, it seems like you’ve just… given up.”
“Okay, that’s not fair!” I cry, rearing up a little to look over my shoulder at him. “You don’t know what it’s like to be in your forties. Everything stops working, everything slows down and life just gets… harder.”
“Maybe so,” he concedes. “But old is not a death sentence. Old is experience, wisdom, and a new chapter to embrace. Old is realizing life moves quickly and you should go after what you want with no time to waste.”
He might be smarter than me, despite the fact that I must have at least a decade on him. He’s right. Again. I have the life experience people in their twenties and thirties don’t, and though I feel old and useless sometimes, I’m not. I’m very much alive and have the wisdom and experience to know what I want and what I don't.
And I want them. Tonight. Now. If I really am beautiful, and smart and funny and kind, and the whole package as they say, that should be easy enough, despite their claims that tonight is just about getting to know each other and the town.
That becomes my new mission.
Chapter Five
Levi
I notice the moment she shifts. The moment her body goes from tense to relaxed. The moment she smiles and means it. Tripp is still spanking, and I’m adding the occasional swat here and there, just for fun. Her ass is so full and round and spankable, and I don’t get a gorgeous woman over my knee very often so I’m content to draw out the scene and enjoy the view. Both the one on the horizon and the one right in front of me.
But Marci is cooperating now, bucking and mewling over our laps, as she cries out all the words I’ve wanted to hear her say. And I don’t miss the glistening wetness between her legs. She’s wet. Ready. Needy. Wanting.
My cock is rock-hard, and Tripp is no saint. I’m sure he feels the same way. But I know the rule. No sex the night before a show. He’d usually have us home and in bed by nine. Frowning, I check my watch. It’s eight now.
There’s no way he’s sticking to his normal schedule at the rate we’re going and I wonder what his plan is. I’d be fully content to throw the plan to the wind, partying and making love all night long, then rallying the next morning, the way we used to when we were younger.
But I don’t know if Tripp will actually go for it. He’s so disciplined and superstitious, I don’t know if he can.
Pulling myself from my thoughts, I look down and notice that the spanking has ended, that Tripp is pulling up Marci’s panties and jeans and gathering her on his lap. I lean my head against his shoulder and take her hand in mine, not wanting to be left out of the aftercare.
Marci’s eyes are shining with tears, but also with something else. Lust, I recognize. And determination. She straddles us, then captures Tripp’s mouth before he has a chance to think. I watch as he leans into the kiss, deepening it and wrapping his hands around her waist pulling her closer.
I wait for the surge of jealousy I usually get when he kisses a woman we’ve decided to share. It doesn’t come.
It doesn’t come. My heart swells, cementing my thought that this was the right choice. That she’s the one for us and we must have her, no matter what it takes.
The kiss finally breaks, leaving them both panting. Marci gives a soft gasp, her hand on her chest like she’s surprised that she was so bold. That she kissed Tripp. That he kissed her back.
She turns to me, and my heart stutters at the lust in her eyes. “Your turn,” she says softly a moment before her lips crash down on mine. She tastes sweet like strawberry ChapStick, and salty like tears. Her mouth opens, and my tongue pushes past her lips. My hand comes up to grasp the back of her neck, and hers finds my waist. The kiss turns into a full-on make-out session, with her hips gyrating, her pussy grinding across my cock, which feels like it’s about to bust out of my jeans. Holy fuck. I haven’t been this turned on by a woman since puberty.