Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Carter is shaking his head. “It’s a damn shame too. He had such potential.”
The firetruck starts to roll and Chloe waves at them. “Thanks for everything, guys.”
“No problem,” Blake says as he waves back at her. “You just take care of our boy. And make sure he comes up for some fresh air once in a while.”
The truck rolls down the road and we’re finally alone.
“What did he mean by coming up for fresh air?” she asks with a sparkle in her eye.
I shrug. “Who knows?”
But I do know. And she’s going to find out soon enough.
We head inside the house and I lock the door behind us while she walks around my place. I would take some wooden boards, a hammer, and some nails to barricade her in so she could never leave if I had my way, but I don’t want to freak her out too much.
Every instinct I have is urging me, begging me, to keep her trapped in here. It’s a new side of me. A dark, possessive side that I don’t know if I can control.
She looks into my bedroom and my whole body aches.
I guess I’m about to find out just how much control I have…
Chapter Five
Chloe
This is the best hot shower of my life. I let out a little moan as I close my eyes and let the water wash over my face.
It feels so good, but I can’t concentrate on the water for long. Not with Ethan in the other room. I can’t stop thinking about the way he looks at me and fantasizing about him coming in here and seeing me with nothing on but my blushing cheeks.
My clit is throbbing and my pussy is aching with need.
Don’t do it… I warn myself.
But my hand doesn’t listen. It’s sliding down my wet stomach and I swallow a moan as my fingers glide through my wet folds. This is a bad idea. Ethan is right outside.
I know I should stop, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I can’t help it. My pussy is burning.
Maybe it’s the smell of his soap or knowing that his big sexy body was naked in this very spot a few hours ago. Or maybe it’s knowing that he’s so close by, but once my fingertip starts rubbing my clit, I know I’m not going to be able to stop until I let out some of this pent-up sexual desire with an orgasm.
My forehead is pressed against the cold tiles and my mouth is open wide as I rub my engorged clit in tight little circles. I can still feel how hard his cock was pressed against my back. I wanted to turn around and pull it out to see if it was as long and thick as it felt.
What are you doing, girl?
Fuck… I’ve never been this turned on before. Ever.
I don’t do stuff like this. This is not me. I’m a virgin who’s barely ever touched herself and now I’m masturbating in a stranger’s shower. What has gotten into me?
The throb between my legs intensifies as I slide my fingertips to my hole to feel how wet I am. I wonder if Ethan would like my naked body. I wonder if he would mind that I’m a virgin. Would he mind that I’ve never been touched by another man before?
I can’t stop thinking about him. I feel myself being pulled to him like the sun pulling on the earth. He’s my world now and I don’t understand it. I don’t understand any of this.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper as I return to my clit. I’m imagining that it’s Ethan’s fingers instead, feeling how soft and wet I am, feeling how much I want him.
A big sexy fireman saved my life. Of course I have a crush on him. Any other normal girl would. But this? I don’t know if this is normal.
I wipe the steam away from the glass of the shower stall and look around the bathroom. There are signs of him everywhere. His towel hanging on the back of the door. His razor. His toothbrush. I imagine his sexy lips wrapped around it and I start rubbing myself harder as the heat intensifies within.
I’d laugh if I wasn’t so turned on. This is ridiculous. I’m masturbating to a freaking toothbrush.
Oh, fuck… How can I go on without this man?
He’s letting me stay here with him now, but what happens after tonight? What if they find Mr. Kirk and arrest him? Then what? I go back to my lonely, pathetic apartment and my sad little life? Jobless, friendless, moneyless, manless? I can’t. I want to stay here. Forever.
This is what I want. I want Ethan. I want to be his.
I bite my bottom lip and fight back the moans that are coming with increased frequency and strength as I fantasize about staying here and having a life with him. I rub harder and faster as I picture my stomach growing with his child. I see a baby in his muscular arms. A smile on his face as he sees the life we’ve built together.