Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Not even sissy-boy?”
“We broke up,” I confess—leaving out the part that we broke up last year.
“I’d break up with him too if I were you.”
“Technically, he broke up with me,” I explain when I really shouldn’t.
“I wouldn’t take it personally. He’s obviously batting for the other team. That’s the only explanation why you still have your cherry. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy giving it to me,” he purrs.
I laugh. “I’m not a virgin, goofball.”
“What?” he asks. I can hear a mixture of shock and perhaps anger in his voice.
“I’m not a virgin. Kai wasn’t even my first. You’re way off base, Candy-boy.”
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“What?” I ask, because he sounds like he’s in pain. Did he fall?
“If you had told me that shit earlier, I would have carried you into that shitty office and bent you over that fucking desk and buried myself inside you.”
For a minute, it feels like I can’t breathe. I think my heart might even stop as I imagine him doing exactly that. The mental image is enough to spark a hunger inside of me I’ve never known. It feels like I need him more than I need anything or anyone else.
“Maybe next time you won’t be a wimp and will do it,” I respond before I can stop myself.
“I’ll be there in the morning,” he promises, making me giggle like a schoolgirl.
“I won’t be. I’m heading back to Lexington after breakfast.”
“Fuck. When will you be back?”
“Back?”
“Yeah. When will you be back visiting your parents? Or better yet, when can you come to Tennessee?”
“I’m not going to Tennessee to get laid, Caleb.”
“It wouldn’t be just sex, Isolde.”
“Yes, it would, because that’d be all I’m looking for,” I counter.
“So, what are you suggesting? Do you want us to be fuckbuddies?”
“Why not? What’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t want you with another man when you’re mine—when you’re with me, I mean.”
“So, are we talking exclusive fuckbuddies?” I singsong.
“I can agree to that,” Caleb answers.
“You can?”
“Definitely. Now, tell me when you will be back.”
“In two weeks,” I answer.
“You going to leave me hanging for two damn weeks?” he whines.
“Yep.”
“Fine, but I’m going to warn you now, Isolde. When I’m done with you, you aren’t going to be able to walk right for a week and you’re going to choke on my cock so much you will feel me every fucking time you try to eat.”
“Wow, with sweet romantic words like that, it’s a wonder you don’t have women lined up for hundreds of miles to be with you, Caleb.”
“I’m only interested in you. Now, why don’t you tell me what you’d do to me if I were there right now.”
“Are you wanting phone sex?” I chuckle, enjoying this conversation way more than I should.
“Damn straight. I’m so hungry for you that my damn balls ache,” he grouses. “Now, take off sissy-boy’s shirt and get ready for playtime.”
“Playtime?” I ask, but the phone goes dead. I stare at it, wondering what the hell just happened. I wonder if I should call him back. Maybe the call just dropped. Before I can do that, the phone vibrates in my hand, and I look down to see that Caleb is calling back but this time he wants to video chat.
Never being the kind of woman to back down, I rip off my jersey and lean back on the bed as I accept the call.
“Fuck me,” he groans, scrubbing his chin as his gaze moves over my body.
I grin. My night just got a hell of a lot more interesting. I hope I’m not too tired to drive back tomorrow, because I have a feeling that neither Caleb nor I will be sleeping anytime soon.
9
WHEN YOUR DATING COACH IS A GRANDMA WIELDING A VIBRATOR
CANDYMAN
“What’s the long face for, C?”
I look up at Nana and smile. Nana is at the clubhouse often. The boys have all adopted her. She livens the place up. Some of the club girls don’t like her, but since she calls them on their shit, that’s to be expected. They all give her a wide berth because they know we claim her as family. To me, she’s the only person I’ve let into my heart besides my club brothers. I mean, I respect her granddaughter, Georgia. She’s Griff’s old lady, and she’s a good woman. I’d lay down my life for her because she’s club now. Still, she doesn’t know the real me. Very few people do. A couple of the club guys, and now Nana. That’s about it. I will say I’ve been more real with Izzy than I have with anyone else. We’ve been talking on the phone every night for almost two weeks now. She’s going home in two days. Just two. I’ve already rented a hotel room nearby, and the two of us are going to spend time together. I’m getting off every night to my hand and her sweet moans. She’s doing the same, but to say I’m tired of not actually having her in my arms is a huge understatement. For her part, Izzy is still saying this is only a friends-with-benefits kind of arrangement. I’m going along with it because I don’t want her to turn me away. I’m working hard to get into her heart, though. I’m not going to give up easily.