Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
His eyes go into slits. “You fucking know I didn’t,” he hisses. “I’m not talking about my age. I’m talking about your age and me being old enough—”
“If you say my father, I’m going to vomit on your shoes.” I hold up my hand to stop him from saying another fucking word.
“How old are you?” he asks me and I look up at him, into his eyes.
“One hundred.” I don’t skip a beat. “Does that make you feel better?”
“Victoria,” he hisses out my name and unlike when anyone else says my name, with him, it sends warmth through my body, regardless of the tone of this conversation.
I step into him, my hands moving up his chest and resting on his pecs. “Yes?” I whisper.
“We can’t do this,” he repeats and takes a step back, my hands falling from his chest. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too,” I tell him, my heart sinking as I nod at him, “more than you will ever know.” I look down once more and then I walk toward the gate that leads to the parking lot. I don’t bother looking over at him to see if he’s looking at me, because I can feel his eyes on me.
I walk around the building and I’m about to head back into the restaurant when I see a cab driving down the street. I hold up my hand and the driver pulls over at the curb. I get in and give him my address before I pull out my phone, texting Jaxon and Ariella.
Me:
Feeling a bit queasy, just got into a cab. Sorry for leaving.
Ariella answers me right away, no doubt she has her phone right next to her, in case her parents text her about Jagger.
Ariella:
Oh no, hope you feel better. Text me when you get home.
I look out the window and into the darkness of the night as the car zigzags its way through the Saturday night traffic. I take out my credit card, tapping it on the reader, before I step out and head to the front door.
Me:
I’m home.
I send out the text and step into the house, thinking to myself that for the third time, he’s let me walk away from him.
eight
Zane
“Zane,” she groaned my name as she slid down my cock, my hands at her waist as I helped her ride me. My back was to the headboard, her hands on my shoulders. “It’s so good.” If only she fucking knew how good it actually was.
“Show me,” I egged her on. “Show me how much you love my cock in your pussy.” Her back arched as she used her knees to help her move up and down. Her head fell back. The ends of her hair swished over my thighs. She moved one hand from my shoulder to the back of my head and then put the other one on my knee. “That’s it,” I said, looking between us, seeing her move up to the tip and then slide back down. “You’re taking me so well.” One of my hands moved to her clit as I used my thumb to rub it in circles, her pussy tightening on my cock. I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth and she slammed down on me. “You like that, baby?”
“I like anything you have to give me,” she said breathlessly, my eyes staring into hers. “I’ll take whatever you want to give me.”
My eyes flutter open and I look over to the side, seeing that my bed is empty and I’m all by myself. My heart hammers in my chest, wishing she was fucking here. Knowing if things were different, I would have taken her home with me last night. And that isn’t something I ever do. It’s been five months since I last had her and every single day feels longer than the last.
I toss the covers off me and get out of the bed, my cock as hard as granite as I walk to the bathroom and start the shower. I step in and let the cold water hit me until it warms up. I hold up one hand, putting it on the shower wall as I think about kissing her last night. My other goes to my cock as I think about the last time I had her in the small fucking shower in the hotel room. Fucking her into the wall as she took my cock and begged me to fuck her harder. I close my eyes, picturing her fucking perfect face. Everything about her is perfect from her eyes to her lips to her fucking body; everything. I grip my cock tighter as I moan out her name and come on the shower floor. I hang my head, letting my cock go and holding up myself up against the wall.