Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
We barely make it back to the room before I’m inside her again, pumping her lights out. But all night long, three words echo on repeat in my head. Just for tonight.
twelve
Petra
Barry makes love to me all night. Not once do we use protection.
I was taken doggy style on the floor. Railed against the glass picture window that overlooks the courtyard. I’ve had his head between my thighs more times than I can count. We’ve been in missionary, our tongues intwined, his intense eyes holding mine. I’ve had my face shoved into the pillows while being gloriously used like a sex doll from behind. He came on my face in the shower.
Sucked my nipples so thoroughly that they’ll be tender for weeks.
But it wasn’t only physical love. We whispered secrets to each other in the dark. Quizzed each other on our favorite things. Talked about places in the world we want to visit. He confided in me about the roadside bomb that left him with the scars on his face and put him in the hospital for six weeks in an unfamiliar country.
I told him about my sisters. How they can be really mean but ultimately have my back and would help me hide a dead body, if I asked them to.
Barry told me about his cabin.
The hand-carved fireplace mantle and the pond where he smokes a cigar from time to time. I waited for him to ask if I’ll visit. He seemed right on the verge of asking me, but he never did. No, he only wants to meet me in Vegas. At a hotel so we can have sex.
Now…
Now, he’s packing my overnight bag into the rear cab of his truck.
I’m in a daze, wondering if this is real. How…how am I supposed to wake up tomorrow morning without Barry in bed beside me?
We haven’t spoken since we woke up wrapped in each other’s arms.
We packed in silence.
Dread swims in my stomach now as I climb into the passenger seat. A moment later, Barry gets into the driver’s side, cutting me a sidelong look. His heart is right there in his eyes, his lids and jaw heavy with emotion. Aren’t they? Am I only imagining the way he held me so tightly this morning upon waking? Can I be the only one who is in distress at the imminence of parting ways? Oh, I know he’ll help support me if I end up pregnant, but how long will it take for me to know? Weeks? Months?
Will we be strangers who share a child someday? Or…more?
Barry starts the truck and we pull away from the valet station, waving to wedding guests who are still waiting for their cars to be brought around. I stare straight ahead, trying to dissect the weekend and figure out where things went wrong. Maybe they went wrong from the start. I forced Barry to bring a nineteen-year-old as his date. I seduced him. I knew his mother got pregnant young and was abandoned, but he probably came inside me ten times yesterday without one of us reaching for a condom.
Is he…regretting last night? His promise to support me?
The whole time we spent together?
I twist my hands in my lap, despairing, my eye straying to the clock.
One hour until the man I’ve fallen in love with drops me off and leaves.
Barry
What the hell was I thinking last night?
This girl probably can’t wait to get the hell away from me.
I lost my mind. I was like an animal in that hotel room. I couldn’t stop fucking her. Couldn’t stop slaking myself over and over with her tight body. My dick wouldn’t quit getting hard. It was as if…I wanted to get her pregnant.
As if that was my goal.
Are you pretending it wasn’t?
Even now, I am very close to pulling over and taking her behind a gas station because what if she only needs one more load to conceive? I have one ready. I could give it to her deep and hot. She’d not only allow my touch, but she would also enjoy it. I don’t know when or how the lines got blurred between our professional and personal relationship, but there is no doubt in my mind she found physical release with me. Countless times. I can still feel her shaking. Hear her moaning my name.
But I don’t want to be her client anymore.
I want to be her man.
Forever.
I want to drive right past Vegas and keep going, all the way to my cabin in the nature preserve. I’m having dangerous thoughts of keeping her there, whether she likes it or not, but no. God, no. That’s not me. I want her to choose me. Against all odds.
And if she doesn’t?
That possibility is what keeps me in a chokehold as we draw closer to her home. A house she shares with her sisters in a suburb of Vegas. According to the GPS, I’m only a few blocks away and my palms are beginning to sweat on the steering wheel. She’s so quiet, staring pensively out the window, her spine ramrod straight. Is she dreading us parting ways, or is she dying to get away from me?