Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 43(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 43(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Not my best choice, but I’m not stopping either. In fact, I do the opposite of stopping. I straddle his hips, climbing onto his lap and grinding against him.
“Fuck,” he rasps.
“We should do that,” I say, my lips still pressed to his.
He chuckles as he runs his hands beneath the back of my shirt. The feel of his palms against my skin has me grinding a little harder, chasing the release that I feel just beneath the surface.
“You sure about this?” he asks.
“Less talking, more fucking.”
“Fuck.”
“Yes. That.” I would smile if it weren’t for the fact that I’m chasing the high that my body craves.
“We do this, it changes things,” he tells me.
“Changes. Right. Less talking.”
“Elena.” His hands capture my cheeks. “You ready for that, sweetheart?”
Somewhere in my haze of alcohol and passion, I realize he’s trying to tell me something important, but I can’t seem to find the will inside me to care… or the focus. I just need him. “I’m ready.” I’m so ready; these panties are going to need to be tossed in the trash.
He nods and kisses me hard.
CHAPTER
TWO
Callum
I’m going to hell for this. We’ve both been drinking, and our decision-making is skewed, but I can’t seem to stop. I don’t know if Elena understands what I mean when I say this changes things, but she will. I wanted her years ago, but she was still in high school, and I was going away for too many years for college. It would never have worked, but I’m home. She’s here, and we’re both single.
There have been others. I wasn’t a saint. But in the back of my mind, I knew one day I would move home to Charmed Cove. Elena and I stayed in touch. I knew that my girl was happy and settled here in her job, with her own place, and remained single. That’s the real reason why I moved home a week earlier than I was supposed to. Sure, the house was ready, but the thought of seeing her again was too strong.
Now, here I am with her grinding on my cock in the back of my truck. I should stop us. This isn’t how I imagined our first time or even our first outing since my moving home would go, but she’s here and writhing in my lap. No way am I passing this up. I’ll take things slow with her next time. When we’re both sober, I can learn every curve, every mark of her silky-smooth skin.
My lips trail down her neck, and she tilts her head, giving me access. “Elena,” I breathe. “You can back out.”
“Why would I do that?” she asks, making me smile.
“At any time you want to stop, you say so. That’s it. You tell me to stop, and we stop.” I need to give her an out. I’m coherent enough to know that. Besides, she’s far more gone than I am.
“I’m buzzed, Callum. I know what I’m doing. I want this. I want you.” Her voice is steady. There’s no waver or slurring to her words. Her eyes are glassy, and her pupils are dilated as she stares into my eyes, willing me to believe her.
“We need these off.” I tug at the jeans that she’s wearing.
“Right. Good plan.” She flashes me a grin that lights up her face and slides off my lap. She kicks off her boots and wiggles out of her jeans. “Are you just going to sit there?”
“Enjoying the view.” I smirk. I don’t think she can see me. It’s so dark inside the cab of my truck.
“Naked, Callum. I’m going to need you naked.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I make quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans. I barely have them over my hips before she’s climbing back on my lap.
“Too slow,” she teases, pressing her lips to mine. “Condom?”
“Wallet.”
“Always the Boy Scout,” she jokes.
“Two years. I was a Boy Scout for two years, and you’ll never let me hear the end of it.”
“Nothing wrong with being a Boy Scout.” She reaches down and manages to dig my wallet out of my jeans, which are bunched around my ankles. “That means we have one of these.” She raises the small foil packet into the air.
She places the condom packet in her mouth and reaches between us, pulling my cock the rest of the way out of my boxer briefs. She strokes me leisurely as if it’s not the first time her soft hands have touched me.
“Lift.” I tap her thigh, and she does. I manage to pull my underwear out of the way before resting my bare ass back on the seat.
I slide my hand behind her neck to pull her into a kiss, but she has other ideas. She bites down on the corner of the condom packet with her teeth and tears it open.