Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
She’s driving me completely out of my mind.
I pull into the private players’ parking lot at the Lonestars facility, bringing the engine to a low, idling purr, and pull in beside what is safe to assume her rental car. There’s no other vehicle in the area, and she’s not even parked beneath a light. I put my SUV in Park. Jett gathers her things, sliding her laptop into her backpack with a precision that tells me she’s done this more times than I can count.
“Thanks for the ride back to my car.” She looks up at me, unbuckles the seatbelt, and then I spur into action, doing the same thing and exiting the cool interior to help her out. I round the hood, watching as she opens her door. She has one long leg out, toe barely scrapping the asphalt.
“Not a problem. Here, let me help you,” I offer, extending my hand. She slips hers in mine, and I’m able to take her bag with my other.
“Oh, thanks. Again, I mean.” She lets my hand go to unlock her car. I keep my eyes above her shoulders, refusing to let her see how badly she has me worked up, and it’s damn hard.
“No problem.” I hand off her bag once she’s ready, and of course, that puts me in clear view of her ass when she bends inside the car to put it inside. Heart-shaped, soft, and tapering inward before spilling into what I’m sure would fill my palms to perfection. I can’t stop looking, and I damn sure can’t stop from thinking of all the ways I want to watch it bounce—my hand in her hair, tugging on it while my cock tunnels in and out of her while she’s on her knees, chest pressed to the bed, or Jett sucking my cock, a mirror behind us, so I get to watch every curve of her body while she swallows my length. Christ, the possibilities are endless, and now I know what I’m going to have to do once I’m home. Alone.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She steps back, nearly colliding with my hard cock, and I move just in time. “Therapy is at seven?”
“Yep.” My eyes drop.
“See you then. Don’t be late,” she teases, pulling her bottom lip into her sexy-as-fuck mouth.
“I’m never late, sunshine.” The palms of my hands itch to pull her closer. “Sweet dreams.” A sudden, unmistakable shiver skates through her body, her breath catches, and her cool and calm composure cracks for a split second. Christ, it’s a thing of beauty.
“I don’t dream, Rowdy. I sleep soundly,” she counters, attempting to regain her footing.
“That’s a shame. Because if you were in my bed, Jett, you wouldn’t be getting any sleep at all,” I rasp, my lips curling into a smirk. Hers part slightly. She doesn’t have a comeback for my response. Without another word, she settles in her car, closes the door, starts the engine, and leaves me standing alone in the warm Texas night.
I stay where I am, watching as she navigates the parking lot and heads out onto the main road. Only when her taillights disappear do I walk back to my own car and head home.
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Iwalk through the door of my place less than fifteen minutes later, tossing my keys to the island as I kick off my shoes, then pull my shirt off. My main goal is to get upstairs. Fast. My body is vibrating with a deep, restless ache, my cock is done holding back, and I need a second shower desperately, a cold one, ideally, except as I round the corner from the second-floor landing into the master bedroom, I know water isn’t going to fix what Jett started.
My jeans come off, along with my boxer briefs and socks. I walk into the bathroom completely naked. My shoulder that tugged at me early after the intense session no longer bothers me, probably because all of my blood is drained further south.
Once I’m in the master bathroom, I flip the light switch and step into the shower, not bothering to let the water get hot since I need something to calm down the inferno building inside me. The cold water sends a shock through my system. I welcome it, resting my palms flat against the marble tile, letting the water pour over my head, down my back, and across my shoulders. I close my eyes, and the second darkness hits, she’s there.
My hand moves on instinct, reaching down, my palm wrapping around my rock-hard dick. I swallow a low, rough groan as my thumb slides over the thick tip. My stroke tightens, working up and down my length with slowness, wanting to prolong this for as long as possible. Though, the way I’m feeling right now after having blue balls for the past several hours, I doubt I’ll last long.