Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 145123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Before the last couple of days, I’d never read anything a second time in that book after I wrote it. I typed it, pretended to experience it for myself by myself, and moved on. But if I’m remembering correctly, I’ve got some pretty hot shit in there between the parallel universe that is Chase and Brooke as Clive and River.
And maybe…maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea if I read a little of it right before jumping in the shower. You know, in the name of the work…
Shit. No, Brooke. There’s no time. Who the hell knows how fast Chase walks, and after hugging him and smiling at him all day long, I need to come really badly.
I can’t chance it. I’ll take the book for a spin another day.
I take a quick peek into the bedroom and find Benji still resting on the bed, but he’s watching me curiously.
“Just taking a shower, bud,” I tell him. “You keep chilling.”
I’m pretty sure he narrows his eyes, but I don’t hang around to see it. Instead, I sprint straight for the bathroom, lock myself inside, and fire up the water at full heat. I’m learning at this point that it never really gets that hot, so I just blast it right from the get-go.
As soon as it’s tolerable, I hop in and wet my hair, quickly running through my wash routine with a single-minded goal of getting to the finale of this show.
It doesn’t take much effort to imagine Chase’s comforting hug from today, but instead of it simply ending like it did in real life, my mind takes horny liberties and rewrites it.
Wrapped tight in Chase’s arms, I lean back ever so slightly to look up at him. My breasts are pressed to his chest, and the warmth of his body makes my skin tingle. He stares down at me, and his gaze flits from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes.
And then, without warning, he presses his perfect mouth to mine.
It’s the kind of kiss that’s deep and powerful from the start. He doesn’t ease us into it. No, he just kisses me. Hard. And his fingers slide into my hair, even tilting my head back with a little tug to give him better access to my lips.
He growls, as if he can’t control himself and the way he needs to consume me, and it encourages a pleasurable wave to slide up my spine. Our kiss devolves into a dance of tongues and leads to him skating his hand up under the hem of my skirt and touching me.
I gasp when I touch myself, the skin already so sensitive it’s scary. All this pent-up desire that I’ve been shoving down every second of every day since we started on this motor home road trip is just spilling out of me in an overwhelming, crazy-with-need, I-have-to-come kind of way.
I slide one finger inside myself and imagine it’s Chase’s hand doing it, and the power of that visual combined with the sensation of my physical touch forces a moan to bubble up from my throat that I have to swallow hard to keep quiet.
Holy hell, it’s not going to take much to fall over this cliff tonight, I can tell.
Swirling gently, Chase slips his fingers out of me and moves them toward my clit to lubricate it before he massages it with precision. He is a greedy, greedy man, and before I know it, he’s squatting down in front of me, tossing one of my thighs over his shoulder, sliding my panties to the side, and burying his face between my legs.
I moan. I mewl. My back arches from the red-hot pleasure that his skilled tongue is triggering.
His hands grip my ass, and my hips jolt toward his face, my body restless and needy for the kind of orgasm I know only he can give me.
And fuck, he is unrelenting in the way he eats at me.
Goodness, his mouth and tongue, they suck and swirl and lick against me…
Another moan leaves my throat, and I’m powerless to control it. My head falls back and the water cascades over my skin, and it’s like I don’t even know where I am anymore.
All I can feel is me and the man of my dreams and a climax that’s going to blow anything else I’ve ever felt right out of the water.
Fade to black? Not anymore.
Chase
The town square is quiet as I make my way back to the motor home. Only a small group of what I think are teenagers remains, and they’re too busy doing whatever it is teens do these days to notice my nearby presence.
Part of me wanted to see a little more of the place that raised Brooke, and part of me knew I needed some time alone to get my senses back together. I don’t know what’s going on with me, but it’s like I haven’t had a clear picture of what the real relationship between Brooke and me is since we boarded this thing almost forty-eight hours ago.