Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
My head swam and I gripped Connor’s upper arms to steady myself. His low chuckle told me he knew exactly what he was doing and I think I surprised him when I wrapped my arms around his head, holding him close.
Lord. Something was definitely happening.
It was too much.
He bit then gently chewed on the taut bud and my grinding became frantic. I felt winded, breathless, and I moaned loudly, too turned on to be embarrassed.
Connor wrapped his arms around my back, holding me close, the move letting me know he wasn’t about to back down either.
Suddenly, as if I wasn’t in control of myself, my arms felt numb and they drooped. My core tightened and I lost my breath. “Oh my God,” I stated as I rocked furiously against Connor’s hard-on. “Connor, I… I…” My eyes rolled back into my head and my core pulsed violently. A tense groan escaped me, and one moment my body constricted. The next, it released.
And then I was weightless.
I was coming.
I was coming hard.
“C’mere,” Connor panted and then his mouth was on mine. My keening whimper seemed to fuel him on because one second he was in control and the next he was growling into my mouth, his hips bucking viciously.
A long moment passed and I couldn’t yet open my eyes.
“Baby, you came.” The words were soft but Connor sounded so proud.
Why did I feel pleased at that?
It was absurd.
What was more ridiculous was when he stated an unfortunate, “And I jizzed in my drawers.”
I rolled off of him, landing on the mattress with a light bounce and my body shook in silent laughter.
Connor chuckled softly and stood. “Well, it’s been fun, Emmy.”
Why didn’t this feel weird?
It should’ve felt weird.
Suddenly sleepy, I lay on my bed, watching him leave. When he reached the door, he turned back and asked a soft, “You okay?”
The orgasm had temporarily broken me. All I could do was smile.
“We gotta do this again sometime.” He opened the door and uttered a quietly surprised, “I had fun.” Then he shot me the peace sign and was gone.
Before the door even closed, I was sound asleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Waiting on a Friend.
Emmy
It was late. The bus was quiet and I was in my cubby, reading peacefully, when the curtain was dragged open. Putting a hand to my chest, I tried to tame my now-racing heart. “You scared me.”
“Why?” Connor asked. His eyes narrowed. “Were you playing with yourself?”
I was too tired for this crap. I rolled my eyes at him.
He jerked his chin. “Move over,” he ordered then, without asking, climbed on in. With an exhalation, he lay next to me and I let him, knowing Connor would do whatever Connor wanted to and what I wanted had little to no effect on that.
I continued to read in silence. My eyes were dry and my blinking slowed. Truth was, I wanted to stop reading but being with Connor, even in an environment where I knew nothing sexual would happen, was overwhelming.
I kept my eyes on the page. “Why aren’t you asleep?”
He turned to face me. “Maybe I am.” He wiggled his fingers in front of my face. “Maybe this is all a dream.”
My book fell to my chest. Sometimes I worried about this man. “Are you ever serious?”
Connor’s nose bunched. “You’re touchy tonight.” He shot me a cunning look. “You really need to get laid, Emmy.”
“I’m not touchy. I’m tired.”
He clicked his tongue. “Don’t go to bed. I’m bored. C’mon, Emmy.” He sighed, running a gentle hand down then length of my arm. “I need you.”
I need you.
Oh my stars.
He knew just what to say. And I tuned myself like the violin I was so he could continue to play me.
Book forgotten, I turned on my side with my hands under my pillow. The cubby wasn’t small but it wasn’t designed for two people and even though it was cramped, I didn’t mind. “Okay, but talk to me. Otherwise, I’ll fall asleep.”
Our faces were close and when he smiled at me as tenderly as he did just now, I realized I was in danger of loving this man.
You’d think after our carnal encounter that it would be awkward to be around each other but for some unknown reason, it was just the opposite. I found myself wanting to be nearer to Connor and from the way he randomly kept appearing, I wondered if he felt the same. Every time Connor became too lost inside of his chaotic mind, he sought me out. And I liked being his safety blanket.
We respectively provided each other with something the other needed.
For me, it was affection and intimacy.
For Connor, it was… well, I wasn’t sure exactly.
“What’s your favorite album?”
I thought about it a second. “I spent my teen years addicted to ABBA’s Gold but more recently, I’ve been favoring the Forrest Gump soundtrack.”