Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
I bury my face into her neck. “We have to be down at the house for breakfast in twenty minutes.” I close my eyes, inhaling her scent, and my heart speeds up.
“I have no choice but to go since you brought me on a vacation to starve me,” she deadpans. “You are lucky that you gave me three orgasms last night, but I can’t do that again. I’m going to have to save my energy for the four-hour hike we are doing today.”
“It’ll be fun,” I say, knowing that it probably will not be fun and I don’t want to do it. “Do you think if we don’t show up they will come and get us?”
“Yes,” she sighs. “They were very specific when they donated it that they want people to have the full experience.” She pushes away from me and gets out of the bed. She walks over to the bathroom and turns on the light, but it’s one light bulb at the lowest wattage they make, like candlelight. “I hate you,” she sasses before she closes the door.
“If it makes you feel better,” I tease to the closed door, “I’m not liking you either right now.” I’m just staring at the closed door, thinking that I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before. This comfortable with someone in such a short time. As if it was always meant to be her, I shake my head.
“Me?” she shrieks and I hear the toilet flush before the water is turned on. She opens the door again, with her toothbrush in her hand. “If you would have told me this was where you were taking me, I would have said no.”
“It was a surprise.” I fold my arm under my head and watch her naked, taking her all in.
“Well, I will never accept another surprise from you again,” she states, her mouth full of foam, “forever.”
I toss the covers off me and walk over to my bag, grabbing a pair of black boxers. “After the sunrise yoga,” I remind her, “there is the four-hour hike and then we have an hour of Pilates.”
“And don’t forget the hour of meditation before dinner,” she replies, “and then the hour dedicated to journaling. For the first time in my life I’m going to be doodling a boy’s name, but I will be drawing a knife next to it.”
“We can come back here and—” I put my hands on her hips, pulling her ass to me. “I bet you are rethinking saying no to anal.” I look at her in the mirror and she glares at me.
“I’m rethinking answering your phone call,” she spits out and then rinses her mouth, the whole time her ass is pushed into my cock. “You need to take care of that before we leave,” she walks away from me, “without my help.”
“What fun is that?” I ask her, smiling as she walks over to her bag. “We helped each other last night.”
“I was delirious,” she retorts, slipping on a black thong, “I was starving.”
“I was going to share my granola bar with you,” I tell her. “You said no.”
“I didn’t say no.” She grabs a black sports bra. “I said shove it up your ass.” She turns and I see the back of the bra has these small crisscross straps I want to grab with my teeth. She takes a pair of black leggings out and puts them on and my cock gets even harder, if that is possible. I pick up my toothbrush and start brushing my teeth when she comes in and grabs her toiletry bag. She pops her birth control pill into her mouth and then bends to take a sip of water.
“I wonder what we are going to have for breakfast?” she asks me as she brushes her hair and pins it at the top of her head.
“Probably some seeds and fruit,” I joke with her, spitting out my toothpaste and then going over to my bag to grab a pair of joggers and a T-shirt. I grab my baseball hat, turning it backward when she comes out of the bathroom, turning the lights off behind her.
I walk to the door, pulling it open and seeing that it’s still dark outside. “This is…” She walks out, slipping on a white sweater that falls right at her waist. “This is—”
“It’s nice,” I try to say as we walk to the main house. I reach for her hand, and, surprisingly, she lets me. The sound of birds in the distance is the only thing we hear before we walk into the back of the house and see the other people who are doing this retreat. They are all sitting down with smiles on their faces.
“It’s a cult.” Kylie leans in and mumbles to me. “Get me out of here.”