Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Fuck, are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you.” He spins me around, his hand going to my head, checking to see if I’m bleeding.
“I’m okay. Didn’t trust me after all?” I’m unsure of how I get the words out. He’s standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of jeans and boots. His presence fills the small space, plus he’s right in front of me, hands cradling my jaw and making my heart beat at a rapid pace.
“Done for the day. It’s too damn hot, plus the smell of rain is lingering in the air, which usually means lightning is sure to follow.” He licks his lips, and I lose the heat from his hands when he takes a slight step back.
“I imagine that’s a recipe for disaster. Shit, I probably should get out of here before I’m caught in a downpour myself.” I didn’t think about afternoon thunderstorms when I decided to walk here instead of taking my rental car.
“Nah, wouldn’t chance it. Make yourself at home. I’ll grab a quick shower, then we’ll have an early dinner, maybe grab a drink or two,” he says with a slight husk to his tone.
“That’s all fine and well, but you aren’t the only one who needs a shower.” I realize what I said the moment it slips from my lips.
“That you inviting yourself, cherry? Because you won’t find me complainin’.” He licks his lips for added effect.
“Not hardly, and you wish.”
“Damn straight, I wish. We’ll stop by the inn, you do your thing, and we’ll go from there.” Toren’s hand slides down the outside of my arm, taking one of the bottles of waters with him, and when he turns around, leaving me watching him walk away, I’m presented with a devastating view and what I think I hear him say, “I’ll be thinking about the beauty in the shower with me. Fuck.”
I guess I don’t have to wonder too hard if Toren has similar feelings to mine. Plus, the evidence of the slight bulge in his jeans that I got a glimpse of told me as well.
“I’m really going to need something cold to drink now,” I mutter beneath my breath, making sure Toren is gone when I say it. Sure, I’m thinking it, but this is the first time we’ve met. You can’t feel this way after only being around someone for a short amount of time, right? This is the question I ponder while waiting for Toren, and I’m sure I won’t get the answer by the time he’s out of the shower.
6
Toren
“Iwon’t be long, promise,” Indy says once we’re in her room at the bed and breakfast. There’s a small seating area near the balcony doors that lead out to a small, covered patio. They’ve really pulled out all the stops here. Can’t say I’ve ever stayed at Oak Haven or had a family member here, and have only seen it from the outside. The setup is sweet, and I’m assuming Indy’s boss spared no expense because this is definitely a suite.
“Take your time. There’s no rush.” She waited for me, and it took longer than I wanted, but I knew that if I didn’t take matters into my own hands, I’d be in a world of trouble. My cock had a mind of its own and no matter what I did, nothing seemed to help calm it the hell down. I’d gone through every damn project I had coming my way, figuring out how to give Jett hell for leaving me with the beauty I can’t quit like a bad fucking habit. And when that didn’t work, I gave up, allowing myself to let my imagination unfold.
The minute the hot water hit my back, I wrapped my hand around my dick, and I brought up the very first one that entered my mind. One where my mouth was on hers, swallowing every moan she gave me. I’d fumble with our clothes, ripping, tearing, and her body would undoubtedly be covered in my handprints that are dirty from working on my art. But fuck me, she’d like it.
The minute I had her naked, my mouth would leave hers, traveling down the length of her neck, sucking and pulling at the smooth velvet skin. Indy’s hands would dig into my hair, pressing me closer when my lips wrap around her nipple, working her other with my fingers. She’d be delirious with desire, rubbing herself against me. The underside of my cock would meet her slick core, and I’d be unable to keep from rocking back and forth, my mouth moving from one peaked tip to the other, blowing a puff of air and watching as her flesh comes alive with goose bumps.
“Toren,” I hear my name like a whisper brushing against your skin. Fuck, I must be hearing things, so lost in the moment of what I’d been doing in the shower that I’m dreaming of wanting Indy to say my name in a breathless tone. I close my eyes, settle back in the chair, and will my cock to calm down for the hundredth time today. Fat lot of good it does. The moment my eyes shut, I’m back in my fantasy. My hands are braced on the arms of the chair, and her aching core is right there, ready and waiting for my cock to slide inside her wet depths.