Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I take a deep breath in and let it out, noting that those words really just calmed me down. My chest isn’t tight with anxiety, or maybe that’s the liquor. Regardless, I give him an appreciative smile. “Thanks, Bishop.”
“Anytime, baby,” he replies with a wink. He then nods back to the margarita. “But keep drinking, okay? I really want to see how fun you get when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not getting drunk,” I admonish him. “I have to work tomorrow.”
His face falls slightly, so I add, “But I’m still willing to get kinky with you tonight.”
His lips curve upward, a grin spreading across his face. “Looking forward to it.”
Chapter 19
Bishop
“Are you okay or did I kill you?” I ask Brooke as I walk out of the master bath, turning out the light behind me. She hasn’t moved from the position I left her in, which was flat on her stomach, arms spread wide, and face turned so her cheek was one of the pillows. Her legs are splayed slightly apart but are totally relaxed.
“You killed me,” she mumbles, but her lips are moving, so that can’t be true.
Grinning, I climb up on the end of the bed, crawling over her well-used body. I lower myself onto her, holding most my weight off with my arms planted down into the mattress.
My lips brush over her cheek before I murmur, “You looked beautiful, Brooke. All tied up. Butt plug in your ass. My cock in your pussy.”
She groans and shifts slightly, raising her head to try to look at me. I help her out by coming to her side and facing her. I put my arm around her waist and pull her into me close. Her body is heavier than normal, which tells me she is beyond relaxed right now.
I will give thanks to the three margaritas that made her adventurous enough to let me tie her up and play with her ass tonight. I’d brought along my overnight duffel with a change of clothes and some toys I’d picked up today. In addition to the plug, there was a cloth gag I had planned for Brooke to wear because I didn’t want Nanette listening in on us. Fortunately, Nanette left to go out shortly after dinner. She had an Uber pick her up and God knows where she went.
With Nanette gone, I was more than happy to hear Brooke’s cries. I gobbled up every fucking one and tried to wring out even more.
Brooke shivers in my arms.
“Cold?” I ask her.
She shakes her head and snuggles into my closer. “That shiver was because of your dirty talk. It does things to me.”
Chuckling, I bring her closer and stroke her lower back. She was fucking perfect tonight. Scared yet trusting. Innocent yet bold.
Best fucking orgasm I can remember ever having, and I had a moment of lucidity as I was shooting off that this girl was the one. That I shouldn’t hide behind vague notions that we’re still carrying on a farce, because this is the real fucking deal.
But when I came back down to earth, I decided to go back to the man who wasn’t sure what the hell he wanted, and until I figured it out, I was content to let this play out the way it was without me having to overcommit.
“Is my butt going to hurt tomorrow?” Brooke asks, the words slightly muffled by the way her face is pushed into the crook of my neck.
She can’t see my smile, but I’m sure she can hear it. “No, baby. I used a really small plug on you. You’ll be fine.”
There’s a short hesitation before she admits, “I really liked it. Especially when you were fucking me with it in.”
“I really liked it too,” I murmur to her, drawing my palm in wide, soothing circles over her back. I’m not sure if she’d ever take my cock back there, but it really didn’t matter. She gave me more than enough as it is.
“Thank you,” she murmurs.
“For what?” I can feel my eyes starting to get heavy.
“For being a good friend,” she says, and that startles me so much my eyes pop open and my head jerks back.
She lifts her head and my eyes lock with hers. “For being a friend?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says softly. “At lunch today, and when you got here for dinner tonight. You listened to me bitch and moan about Nanette. And I don’t want to be that type of person who does that, but thank you for giving me safe space to vent. I really needed it.”
Jesus fuck.
I did that?
I gave her something intangible yet so important she was here thanking me for it in the sweetest of ways. And I had no clue I’d even done it, and that’s because it was no chore at all. I could listen to Brooke talk all day as far as I was concerned. She could recite the dictionary and I’d listen.