Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“You can’t do that on a phone.” River looked like she thought we were crazy.
Crush grinned, meeting my gaze and shaking his head. “I’m not sure whether to be insulted or not.”
I shrugged, winking at River. “She hasn’t figured out yet we’re not mere mortals.”
“Good Lord,” she muttered, opening the door and hopping out of the Bronco.
Crush and I both got a kick out of her disgruntled muttering as she slammed the door. I’d be lying if I said that little burst of temper didn’t turn me on, but I refrained from saying anything. I did, however, share a look with my brother and saw the same amusement shining in his eyes I knew I had in mine. Yeah. This was going to be interesting.
Chapter Five
Byte
The first time I ever touched myself thinking about a woman, I was fifteen and at summer camp. One of the kids had smuggled in a copy of National Geographic and I’d used it as my muse. Back then, I didn’t even know what I was doing. I followed what felt good. But this…
The next morning started the way all hotel mornings do. Thin sunlight leaking between blackout curtains, the cold knot of hunger in my stomach, and a raging hard-on from hell. I tried to stifle a groan and didn’t succeed as I sat up on the edge of the bed.
Crush was still sleeping. Or pretending to, which meant he was probably awake and cataloguing every sound I made for future blackmail. The door adjoining our room to River’s had been propped open slightly but she still had privacy. Aside from me, no one stirred.
I glanced over at my brother. He’d slung an arm over his face, but I could see the rise and fall of his chest, slow and steady. A little part of me wanted to go over there and smack him awake, just to assert dominance. But the bigger part, the part that had lain awake for hours, thinking about every interaction I’d had with River over the previous day, needed five minutes alone.
I grabbed my duffel and padded to the bathroom. The tile was cool under my bare feet, and the light made me squint. I locked the door, triple checked it, then turned on the shower.
I stared at my reflection for a second. I looked rough. Bloodshot eyes, hair in disarray, jaw dark with stubble I hadn’t bothered to shave in days, all made me look a little like a hobo which made me grin. My body was leaner than Crush’s but still cut, thick muscle striations visible underneath my skin.
When steam from the shower fogged up the mirror I stepped inside the shower under the scalding water. Perfect.
I tilted my head back, letting the water run through my hair and down my back. I closed my eyes, let my mind drift.
River. The way her voice went bright when she was excited, the way she’d smiled at me, mouth tilted just enough to make my stomach clench. The freckles on her shoulders, the tiny gap in her front teeth, the way her eyes went soft when she thought no one was looking. All of it made me want to keep her close, to bask in her light for the rest of my fucking life.
I gripped myself, leaning one forearm against the tile to brace myself. The first few strokes were slow and deliberate. I pictured her mouth, the way she bit her lip when she was thinking hard. I imagined what it would feel like to have her look up at me, to see her lips part, to feel her hands on my hips as she took me into her mouth.
I sped up my rhythm, stroking myself with intent now, my breath coming faster while the hot water sluiced down my back and over my ass. Would she choke? Would she try to take all of my cock, or would she just grip the base, working the shaft with those nimble fingers?
Fuck.
I squeezed harder, thumb tracing the vein along the underside, just how I liked it. I imagined her hair damp with sweat, imagined the way she’d taste if I kissed her, deep and greedy. I pressed my forehead to the tile. My other hand found my balls, rolling them gently. I pictured her watching me as she took my cock deep down her throat while she met my gaze with hers in an unblinking stare, wanting it as badly as I wanted her.
I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. It was stupid, but I didn’t want Crush hearing me, didn’t want to give him any more ammunition. The pressure built, hot and urgent. My breathing went ragged and I pumped harder.
I was close. I thought of her laughing, of her voice gone soft, of the way she’d shivered when I’d brushed her arm. I imagined her beneath me, legs wrapped around my hips, nails digging into my back as I fucked her deep and slow.