Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
We’re so close, but there’s too much distance between us. I want him hard and bare and heavy against me. I want to feel his heat, trailing up and down my folds. I want to strip naked and feel him naked against me. I want more of him. I want all of him.
Instinctively, our bodies rub together and Fisher’s kiss becomes more demanding, deeper, rougher, less controlled. My breaths come quicker, and I can feel the coil inside of me winding tighter and tighter. We’re fully clothed and just kissing, but I’m vibrating. I’m needy. I’m dizzy with wanting.
“Juniper,” he hisses, “Juniper.” He says it like a warning, like we’re about to cross a threshold or open a door to something, and he’s trying to resist. Or trying to stop me. I can’t decide.
I push against him, grinding on his thick cock, beneath the layers of fabric between us. But it’s not enough.
I want more.
I reach a hand between us, my fingers fumbling for his zipper.
His hand clasps around my wrist. “Juniper. Riley is inside.”
His sharp tone snaps me back to reality.
“It’s fine,” I say, my words come out like I’m panting. “She never wakes up so long as she’s not sick.” I’m not making excuses, it’s true. The kid sleeps like a rock. But I get it. He doesn’t want to risk it, and I don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.
I lift my hands to his shoulders and grind against him, my hips swaying and circling.
He gasps and his head falls back. “Juniper, you’re going to make me come in my pants.”
I grin and press a kiss against his neck, rough with the stubble of his beard. “I want you to,” I whisper against his skin. “I want you to want me so bad, your dick doesn’t need to be inside me.”
He groans and grips my waist tightly, pulling my body against his. My clit is throbbing through the now soaked cotton of my leggings. My sharp nipples scrape against the cups of my bra and I moan, desperate for him to touch me. I just want to feel his fingers against my wetness, his shaft against my folds, his skin against mine. It would only take a second to push me off the edge.
“You’re so beautiful, Juniper,” he says.
I pull back slightly and gaze at him, lit up in the moonlight. I give him a small smile and press a kiss to the corner of his lips. He slips his hands to my hips and starts to rock me against him, over and over, small movements that feel tortuous. Why are we doing this to each other?
I whimper as the seam of his jeans connects to my clit, and I arch my back.
“Remember the rules, Juniper.”
I groan at the growl in his voice, at his serious, demanding tone. “Tell me,” I gasp out.
“You don’t come unless you have permission.”
Wetness renews between my legs at his words. I’m so close. My legs are trembling. My breaths are short and sharp. I’m almost there and he knows it.
He stills his hands, and I frown and try to move, but he’s holding me tightly.
“Please,” I whisper.
He lifts his chin in a request for more.
“Please,” I say again. I lean forward, my mouth against his ear. “Please let me come for you.”
He groans, and his hands rock me against him, over and over, hard and relentless, and panic starts to rise. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop it. I can feel it like the rumble of clouds thundering through the sky. I don’t know if I can—
I look at him in horror, but he sees my expression and takes pity on me.
“Come for me,” he says on a growl.
That’s all it takes for my orgasm to engulf me. I cry his name and he holds me tight against him and he groans out too, and I realize he’s right there with me. Coming together, both fully clothed, so desperate for each other we’ll take anything and everything we can get.
“Juniper French, I haven’t come in my pants since I was a teenager. What are you doing to me?”
I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing our chests together, wanting to hold him tight, hold him so close he won’t ever be able to leave.
SEVENTEEN
Juniper
It’s difficult to dress up in Star Falls. Partly because everyone you run into will ask you why you’re dressed up. Partly because there’s no place to go when you are dressed up. So I’m wearing jeans and a white shirt and sandals. Because… no one can tell me I’m making too much effort when I’m wearing jeans.
I’m on the porch waiting for Fisher. Riley’s in bed. Mom’s in front of the TV with her knitting, which I’m pretty sure is going to be Riley’s birthday present. I need to figure out how to break it to my mom that Riley doesn’t want a home-knitted sweater. She’s growing up so fast and my mom hasn’t kept up. Riley wants to wear what all the other kids have. And no one wears a sweater knitted by their grandma. I don’t know whose feelings to hurt. My mom’s by telling her Riley isn’t going to like her sweater, or Riley’s by telling her Grandma is knitting for her.