Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
The next picture is of Rico and a pretty, dark-haired woman. She’s very pretty. Tall and thin, but not too thin. Rico has his arm around her shoulders and a genuine smile is on his face.
I get the feeling this is his mom. I’ll have to ask him some other time. Suddenly, my body feels so heavy.
I stumble back over to the foot of the bed and climb onto it. The moment my head hits the pillow, my lids grow heavy. I snuggle into the pillow and release a yawn.
The bed dips and warmth hits my back. I open my eyes, confused for a moment. Then I feel soft lips against my skin.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Rico murmurs.
“I didn’t know I fell asleep.”
“Come on, let’s get under the sheets.”
I get up with him as he pulls the comforter back and then peels the sheet up for me to slide under. He climbs in behind me and wraps me in his arms again. I inhale his delicious scent as I lie stiff as a board.
Rico chuckles in my ear. “Relax, baby. I’m not about to pull anything.”
I turn around to face him. He has a gorgeous smile on his face. Smiling back at him, I cup his cheek.
“Is that your mom in the picture on your desk?”
He seems to think for a second. Then recognition hits his gaze. He smiles and nods.
“Yeah, that’s her. That was my sixteenth birthday. She surprised me with a trip to Italy right before that picture. It was just me and her,” he says.
“You sound like she means a lot to you.”
“She does. I think she will love you.”
“Tell me about her.”
“She’s beautiful inside and out. Mama speaks her mind, but she’s not quick to show she’s angry. Oh, but you’ll know when she does something so petty you have no doubt she’s gunning for you.
“I guess you can say she’s sweet until she’s not. You know what I mean?”
I search his face and note that this is the most unguarded he’s been with me. I move closer and snuggle into him. He places his chin on the top of my head and begins to rub my back.
“Yeah, I get it. I hope I get to meet her,” I say softly.
“You will. Can you tell me something?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Can you shoot a gun?”
“No.”
“Oni,” he groans. “Really, baby?”
My heart skips a beat as he calls me the endearment for the second time. I lean in and kiss his bare chest. His hand on my back stills.
I move to press my lips to his, not wanting to talk about earlier tonight. He takes my lips and rolls me onto my back. I spread my legs to cradle him between my thighs.
He deepens the kiss and starts to grind his hips into me. I claw at his back, pulling a groan from deep in his throat. Pushing the T-shirt I’m wearing up, he palms my breast and begins to play with my nipple.
I whimper into his mouth and wrap my legs around him. My heart begins to race. My thong is getting wet.
He’s growing harder as he grinds into me. No way. That can’t be. All of that? No.
He breaks the kiss and looks down at me. “You are my greatest weakness. I don’t want to tell you no.”
“Please don’t,” I plead.
He stares at my lips with longing, then shakes his head as if to clear it. I see the lust in his eyes, but I feel the rejection coming. I sigh in disappointment.
“This once I have to. Good night, baby,” he says and pecks my lips. Then he rolls onto his back.
CHAPTER 13
Oops, Busted
Oni
I wake and my head is pounding. There’s something poking me in my butt and something heavy is lying across my middle. I groan and open my eyes.
“Mm, what time is it?” Rico groans, reminding me I’m in his bed.
I gasp. “It’s time for me to get out of here,” I say.
He tightens his hold around me and nuzzles my neck. Whatever is poking me in the butt seems to jerk and jump against my cheeks. I wiggle a little and it happens again.
I gasp as my brain wakes and I realize what that is. Rico locks me tighter in his embrace. It feels like he’s settling in to go back to sleep. I need to get out of here before his father finds me in his bed.
“Rico. You need to get up and sneak me back into my room.”
“Just ten more minutes. You feel so good in my arms,” he says sleepily.
“Dude, we need to get up now.”
He rolls onto his back and huffs, throwing his arm across his face. I sit up and slip from the bed to head into the bathroom. My bladder feels like it’s going to burst.
I sigh as I relieve myself. My head continues to pound. It feels like it has a pulse of its own.