Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Vail is going to be a nightmare, and I sure as fuck don’t want to go. I hate skiing, and I’m not a fan of the cold, wet snow. My body shivers at the visual of having to actually participate. I’ll be spending my time in the lodge or doing my best to avoid Vivian while my brothers keep track of her. There’s no way I can be around her without losing my composure.
By the end of the night, I’ve decided that there’s no way I can let her go with other men. She won’t be safe with all the pricks who want between her thighs. I want between her thighs, to fill her up with my thick, long cock. The thought of sliding deep inside her slick, tight pussy stiffens me as always. Damn it. I close my eyes and grip my dick, trying to calm down. I don’t need to beat off again. Almost every day I’m stroking my meat to thoughts of Vivian in so many positions.
I slam my eyes shut and groan as I recall the image of her sexy mouth sassing me today. I want to fist her hair and demand she get on her knees. She gave as good as she got, and I was being a dick. I’d show her what I thought of that spicy little mouth of hers.
“Vivian,” I groan, lowering my zipper. I’m grateful that my parents gave me my own section of the house and I have a private bathroom.
Taking off my shirt, I toss it into my laundry basket and then take off my pants, sending them with my shirt. I stroll into my en-suite shower and turn it on, letting the spray get warm. When I’m fully undressed, I step in and begin soaping up, lathering my chest. With my eyes closed, those thoughts of Vivian pushed into my mind again—the way she glared, the rapid beating of her heart every time she got angry with me.
“Fuck,” I groan. It raised her ample chest up and down. I want to reach out and cup those fat, round tits. Squeeze her hard nipples and pluck them, just to hear her moan for me. She would too, I could bet on it.
“Girl, you’re breaking me,” I grunt, imagining my lips slamming onto hers in a violent kiss that I’ve needed for so long. Even though Vivian is strong and independent, she’s been aching for me as much as I have for her. “Knees, now,” I demand after pulling her back by her long, honey-blonde hair.
“Simon,” she gasps.
“You can do it, baby. You know what I want, and you want it too,” I reply, guiding her to my cock that’s aching for her pretty mouth. She opens up and I slide in, going as deep as she can fit. “God,” I moan out, stroking the rest as she moves over my shaft. It’s not long before I’m roaring my release, spraying my heavy load all over the shower wall and my hand. “Fuck.” May is less than six months away. I try not to think about Viv’s birthday coming up next month. The end game is graduation. Six months until we’re both out of school and she’ll be under me, on top of me, or even against the damn wall every fucking night. Damn, the image of pinning her to a wall is getting me hard again.
Chapter Two
Vivian
We’ve been here less than two hours, and I’m so pumped to get started. I need to take a breather from my thoughts about Simon. After our confrontation at the garage, I decided that my crush on him has to come to an end. He’s a grown man, and I’m a little girl in his eyes, even though we are only a few years apart.
“Vivi, are you ready?”
“Almost,” I mutter, checking my reflection. I’d picked out several cute numbers online, and luckily they all arrived before we left town. There are six of us girls to a suite, and we’ve unpacked our suitcases and changed before heading out to meet our groups at noon in the lobby of the large hotel decked out like a fancy chalet.
I shake my head; my eyes must be playing tricks on me because I see Simon West Jr. leaning over the reception desk, chatting up the woman behind the counter. A deep rumbling chuckle comes from him as the beautiful blonde receptionist laughs at something he says, and I let out a low hiss with my fists balled low at my thighs.
Oh, yes, it’s real. I’d know that damn laugh anywhere.
Simon West Jr. is here. I can’t believe it. Why? Is he here to drive me nuts? Then I see his mom and dad. Oh, they’re all here.
No one mentioned that they were planning the same vacation. No, they weren’t planning it. My father did this. It’s so something he would do, or rather, something my mother would set up. They never really give me any real lead before they pull on the yoke. I do my best to school my features, but there is no way to truly mask my ire. I’m so peeved that I can feel the heat spreading up my face.