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)
three
Victoria
An alarm starts to ring, and I open my eyes. Soft light is trying to come in from the closed curtains, and I close my eyes again before I open them when I feel the bed beside me move. I can’t help the smile that fills my face when I feel the covers being pulled away from me. “It must be yours.” I hear Zane’s thick voice and hold the cover to my chest as I sit up in bed.
My hair feels like it’s sticking up from all sides. “Do you want me to get it for you?” he asks, and I look over at him. His side is to me as he looks over his shoulder and his hair that was perfectly combed last night when I met him at the bar now looks like I spent the night pulling at it. And I did. The last time was in the small fucking shower and tub he placed me in, with my back to the wall. He put one of my feet on the rim of the bathtub and then got on his knees and feasted on me. I swear, I think I saw stars. Then he got up while I was coming down from my orgasm and literally picked me up around my waist and plunked me down on the counter as he sheathed himself in a condom, then planted himself in me.
“Yeah,” I reply, clearing my throat.
“You want me to get it for you so you can check out my ass,” he accuses, tossing the covers off himself and standing up. My eyes travel from his thick legs to his half-mast cock that manages to be bigger than anyone else I’ve ever been with. His chest is perfectly sculpted. If I’m going to guess, I’m going to say he’s a personal trainer because there is no way someone who doesn’t work in the gym looks like him. I mean, I guess he could have another job, but I’m going with personal trainer, or maybe gym owner. “You’re staring,” he says, and I let my eyes roam to his face. The beard is a bit overgrown but neat, and his green eyes look almost brown without the light on him. My heart starts to speed up as I take him in. My mouth starts to water and certain parts of me start to melt. He has to be the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on in my twenty-five years of life.
“I am staring,” I retort. “It’s all out there for me to look at.” I motion with my hand. “If you don’t want me to stare, perhaps you should cover it.” I hold out my hand, my palm facing him and blocking the second-best thing on his body. My eyes go to the tattoo on one side of his chest. An abstract blend of shapes and lines flow over his pec and shoulder, that if I cared enough I would have asked him about, but I had other more important things to ask him about, like him having protection.
He turns to walk out of the room, and I think about the conversation that threw cold water on us for at least twenty minutes.
I was pushed up against the door to his room when his mouth left mine and the only thing I wanted was to be fucked against the door; something I’ve never done before but I’ve always wanted to do, and he seemed like the perfect person to do it with. “You have protection, right?”
“No.” He stopped kissing me right away.
“What do you mean no?” I stared into his eyes, my hand going from his shoulder to his hair. “How do you not have any protection?”
“Do you?”
“No!” I shrieked. “I will next time.”
He let me go and walked over to the phone by the bed. As I watched him, he picked up the phone. “Yeah, do you guys have condoms?” I gasped.
“How about, ‘Good evening, how are you doing?’” I whispered and he just looked back at me.
“Okay, I’ll dash it, thanks.” He put the phone down and took his cell phone out of his pocket.
“Do you want to dash it or do I?” He looked over at me.
“I’m not going to dash condoms.” I put a hand to my chest. “That stays in your history. When you pull up the store again, it’ll say ordered this before.”
“Fine,” he said, uncaring about this being in his history. “I’ll order.” Totally unfazed that this will be in his history. “You need anything else?” he asked as if he was ordering me a burger.
“I think condoms is all,” I replied and then tilted my head to the side. “Might have to get some lube, you feel really big.” He smirked at me.
“I’ll get you warmed up.” He winked at me and then tossed the phone to the side. “I’ve got twenty minutes to get you ready.”