Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“You could say that. Again?”
“Give me five, maybe ten minutes, and you’re on.” I pulse my cock that’s somehow still fucking hard, knowing this will be the first of many tonight.
TWENTY-TWO
Hendrix
Well, if I’m not the cowardly lion in that one movie that has a yellow brick road, flying monkeys, and a certain witch. I rolled over in bed, my body completely spent, aching in all the right places, and I’d be lying if I said I remained unaffected after Madden took control of not only my body but my soul as well. Seriously, I had no idea just how good the man could bring it. The sting is still there from where his hand met my ass, never in the same area twice, always moving. I still have no idea how he was able to perform such a task while his cock was tunneling in and out of my clenching core.
“Come on, Jolene, let’s go see Aunt Journey.” We snuck out of my house. Yes, snuck. It seems that catching feelings is easier said than done. Secretly, I’m maintaining the fact that it was all the orgasms Madden doled out, especially that last one. We were both on our knees, his front pressed to my back, his hand landing between my spread thighs, slapping my clit right when I was coming, only heightening my orgasm even more. Never in my life before was sex ever as amazing as it was with Madden, which is why I’m here now, car parked in Journey and Nico’s driveway. I sent off a text that I needed to leave my house with a quickness, that I’d explain later, and that I couldn’t go to the condo turned office. I didn’t put it past Madden to scope out where I was working since the creeper of a man figured out my home address, too.
“I hear you. I know you’re excited. Nico will surely spoil you with something that will be the end of my demise on the car ride home.” Nico loves to give Jolene anything outside of her diet, causing her to have the foulest gas, going as far to have me wanting to hang my head out the window like my dog does.
“It’s too early for this, you know?” Nico greets me as Jolene and I walk our way towards the open garage door. As if he didn’t know that I texted his wife, and it’s not like the guards at the gate weren’t notified either. Nico is into what Nico needs to be in. We don’t talk about it publicly, but in the back of our minds, we know the truth. He runs the streets of Vegas, can be ruthless when needed, sweet down to his core when it comes to Journey, and is willing to help out in any way possible within our friend group.
“I’m sorry?” I phrase it more as a question than a statement with what I’m sure is a lopsided smile. It’s early, earlier than Journey likes to be up and alert. “I can go to my parents’ instead,” I offer, something I probably should have thought about as well, but well, you know, they’re easy to find, too.
“It’s fine. Your funeral, though. You know Journey this early in the morning. I’ll be in the office. Let me know when she’s had a cup of coffee.” It’s then I realize he’s dressed down for the day. He’s usually in a suit when he’s working, even from home.
“I’m awake. Don’t be rude. Hendrix never asks for a favor. The least you could do is be nice, Nico.” Journey walks out, tying her long robe around her waist. “Come on, we don’t need people talking about why we’re having a conversation in the garage when there’s a huge house to make use of.”
“Vita Mia.” Nico turns towards Journey, hand wrapping around her waist, and that’s when my head dips down. I don’t want to intrude on their moment. My hand goes to Jolene’s fur, rubbing her down. A slew of emotions bombards me—wanting, longing, to have what our friends have. Yet here I am, running away from any and every emotion.
“I’ll make us breakfast. Come on, Hendrix, you don’t have to hang out in the garage all day,” Journey says, giving me the all-clear, pulling me out of those deep thoughts that no one should be in when they are the one at fault.
“Okay. Come, big girl.” Not that I had to tell Jolene anything. There was no need to leash her after the guards opened and closed the gates behind me.
“I take it things went a little different than you thought they would, judging from your text,” Journey says once Nico is out of earshot. My text said, “I screwed up, again. 9-1-1 I’m coming over, and the name that we shall not ever speak is still in my bed!”