Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
I pulled away and got up. My cock was rock hard, and I wanted nothing more than to fuck Rory senseless. But that would definitely wake her, and I knew her stubbornness would stop her from enjoying my touch as much as she’d just done.
One day every of her firsts would be mine.
I woke before my alarm rang. My skin was sweaty, and to my mortification, my dreams had left a visible impact on me. My shorts stuck to my pussy. They were completely wet, almost as if I’d peed myself but I knew it wasn’t that. I’d come in my sleep. My dream had been incredibly intense. Of course, Nevio had been in it. He’d stalked me at night and then taken me against a house wall. After everything he’d put me through, you’d think my body would stop lusting after him. Sadly, that was far from the truth.
I was incredibly annoyed and furious even by his stalking, but my subconscious seemed to spin all kinds of erotic fantasies around it. The most disturbing had been one a few nights ago where Nevio had snuck into my bedroom, covered my mouth with his hand so I couldn’t scream and then fucked me from behind, his body pressing me into the mattress. He hadn’t even asked for permission or made sure I was wet. He’d just thrust into me brutally and it had gotten me off.
I rubbed my eyes, not sure what was wrong with me.
I quickly changed into clean shorts, then put on a bathrobe before I rushed to the motorhome with the washrooms. I needed to clean my body and mind of last night’s fantasies. Unfortunately, Nevio was there too. He was only dressed in boxers, and his hair was wet from a shower.
I stomped up the stairs, sending him a scowl.
“Good morning, Rory. How was your night?” The way he smirked made my cheeks go hot.
“I had a nightmare about you,” I said, trying to get into the only free shower room, but Nevio stepped my way. “A nightmare, are you sure? I don’t smell fear on you, only arousal.”
My eyes widened in mortification and indignation as I did a quick scan of our surroundings to make sure nobody had heard Nevio’s words. The showers in the occupied shower rooms were running, and the other people mingling around were too far away. “Are you a dog now?”
He grinned. “I’m just very in tune with your scent.”
I shook my head with a disgusted look. “Stop it.”
He stepped back, and I stormed into the shower stall, then thrust it shut and engaged the lock. I took my time showering, even if the rules limited shower time to five minutes. I needed to wash any thought of Nevio away. When I stepped out, Nevio was gone, but so were my soaked shorts when I returned to my campervan. I knew I’d put them down on the heap of dirty clothes in the basket in the corner, and now they weren’t there. I should have locked my door, but I doubted that would have stopped Nevio.
I stormed out of my camper and rushed over to the one that Nevio, Alessio, and Massimo shared. I hammered against the door, then stormed inside. Nevio leaned against the small kitchenette in the trailer with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. I had half a mind to spill it down his privates.
Alessio slunk on the bench in the corner and got up before I could say anything. He was only in boxers, his many tattoos and a nipple piercing on display. “I don’t want to know. I warned you, and now you two have to deal with each other. I’ll let Massimo know that the campervan is off-limits for now.” He grabbed a T-shirt and left the campervan.
“This won’t take long!” I shouted, but the door had already fallen shut.
“Give it back,” I growled, turning back to Nevio.
Nevio’s dark eyes held mine, mirth dancing on his face. “I fear that’s not how it works, Rory. What’s gone is gone.”
I flushed when I realized he wasn’t referring to the shorts. “I hate that you took it,” I whispered harshly, on the verge of crying, which made me hate him even more at that moment.
“I didn’t take your virginity. You gave it to me. And I only hate that I don’t remember every second of it.”
I staggered toward him. He held the coffee out of my reach, obviously anticipating my need for violence. I shoved him, and a bit of the hot liquid spilled on his chest. He hissed, then smirked. “This and the scent of your soaked shorts will get me off in no time.”
“Have you lost your mind?” What a stupid question. “Give me my pajama shorts. I didn’t know you were a creep who steals women’s underwear.”