Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
I spoke with conviction, “Those are still fucking mine. Now grab your shit. Let’s go. I have the worst case of blue balls known to mankind.”
And with that I walked away, hearing her laugh from a distance.
We said our goodbyes to her grandparents. She told them she was staying with my sister for the weekend and would be back on Sunday. I threw her overnight bag in the trunk of my car and opened the passenger door for her.
“I have a surprise for your birthday,” she announced as I backed out of the driveway.
“Is that right?”
She nodded her head, gazing out her window, blushing. “Yup. Head downtown.”
I fucking hated surprises. In the world I lived in, surprises were never a good thing. But I would let her have it this one time because the simple flush of her cheeks made my cock twitch, wanting to know what else would cause her to blush like that.
We rode in comfortable silence while I held her hand in my lap. Bringing it up to my lips every so often, gently caressing it. The feeling of her soft, smooth, silky flesh in my mouth was one of my favorite sensations. I loved to feel her. Her vanilla and honey scent that always lingered around her drove me mad, it was like a direct signal to my fucking cock.
I had been arguing with my parents for weeks about not wanting to make an ordeal out of my seventeenth birthday. Of course, they didn’t listen. Especially since it landed on a weekend. I was able to convince my mom to throw the party the day after my actual birthday so that I could spend the day with Sophia. She reluctantly agreed.
“Make a right into that parking lot.”
“Why am I parking at the Hyatt, cariño?” I asked, glancing over at her.
She shrugged, turning to look at me with a huge smile on her face. “Just park the car, buddy. I got it under control.”
I cocked an eyebrow with a stern expression.
“Please,” she added with a pouty lip.
I shook my head, chuckling. Throwing the stick shift of my 67’ SS Chevelle into neutral, I pulled the parking brake, popped open the trunk, and got out. Ever since I could remember, I had a thing for old muscle cars. The Chevelle was my birthday gift from my parents last year. They replaced the engine to a 396 this year.
Sophia reached for her bag but wasn't quick enough. I took the strap and threw it over my shoulder. Grabbing her hand, I started to walk in.
She led us to the elevator, not bothering to stop at the front desk. She wasn’t fucking around when she said she had everything taken care of. The elevator pinged when we reached the top floor, and the doors slid open. She pulled out a room key and led me down the hallway to room 2406.
“Close your eyes.”
I didn’t.
“Oh, come on. Don’t you trust me? I promise I won’t steal your virtue. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, baby,” she teased in a sarcastic tone I didn’t fucking appreciate.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I stated, “Aren't you cute. You better watch it, sweetheart. You may end up with a surprise of your own with that sassy little mouth of yours,” I stated, gesturing to my cock.
She bit her lip, looking up at me through her lashes. Something gleamed in her eyes I’d never seen before. Without turning, she pushed down the handle and the door clicked opened. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t completely captivated by her and where this was possibly leading. She grabbed my hand and walked backward never taking her gaze off mine. Both of us lost in our own thoughts as we walked through the foyer of the suite and into the living room.
I didn’t pay any mind to our surroundings, just following Sophia to wherever the fuck she led me.
“How did you get this room?”
“Amari,” she simply stated. “She helped me plan all of this.” Gesturing around the room.
“And what exactly is this?”
As if on cue, we walked into the bedroom. The shades were drawn, but the sliding glass door to my right was open, allowing a warm breeze to surround us. Dropping her hand, I walked around the room taking in the scattered rose petals on the floor and bed. The lit candles on the nightstands and dresser only emphasized the romantic allure to what she had done.
For the first time in my life, I was speechless. I followed the rose petals that led out to the balcony. Finding a table set up for two, placed perfectly by the railing, with more candles illuminating the small space. A stunning view of Manhattan shined bright behind it.
I stood there for a few minutes lost in my thoughts. My emotions that I was supposed to keep in check at all times were getting the best of me. The thought she had put into this night, made me love her just a little bit more. I couldn’t hold back the feeling that she was the one for me.