Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
We came together over and over as the pulses inside my channel made me babble like a fool. Everything about him from the weight of him, to the smell of him, to the sounds of his pleasure in my ear were driving me to the edge of an impossible climax.
Only his hips moved as he flexed in and out of me in firm, steady strokes that lit me up inside. My cock had hardened again as if I hadn’t already come from the blow job before, and I removed my hand from West’s hair so I could jack myself off.
As soon as my hand came around my shaft, West’s was there too, gripping over my hand and stroking with me.
“Jesus, Nico. Your body. I want… fuck.”
I felt him tense up and move his hand from my cock to caress my balls as he came. It was just a light brush of his fingers, but it was enough. My cock shot onto the bedding as I felt his pulse inside me. My brain seized up and my breathing spiked. My skin prickled with the intensity of the climax, and I saw similar goose bumps appear all over West’s skin.
When it was done, he collapsed onto the bed next to me and roughly pulled me into his side, leaning in and pressing a kiss to my forehead before settling into the mattress. I let myself sink against him just for a minute and swore I’d get up and leave as soon as I caught my breath.
Apparently, I didn’t catch my breath for five damned hours.
When I awoke, I panicked. All I could think about was having left Pippa at home with Doc and Mr. Wilde. I was tangled in long limbs and bed sheets, and I scrambled to figure out how to get out of the damned bed.
“Nico, wait,” West mumbled beside me, tightening his arms around me.
“Gotta go—Pippa,” I said, moving again.
“I got her,” he said. “She’s here.”
I turned to look at him in confusion. “What? What do you mean, she’s here?”
He sat up, rubbing his face with his hands. His hair was so wild I wanted to run my hands through it just to be a part of the crazy.
“I went and got her so Doc and Grandpa could go home.”
My heart jumped up into my throat. “I don’t… what? You went and got her from my house?”
West nodded, bringing his hands down on his lap before squinting up at me. Clearly he’d been deep asleep and I’d woken him.
The edge of his mouth turned up in a sweet, shy smile. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
It was the nicest thing any hookup had done for me, and it absolutely freaked me out. I jumped out of bed and began scrambling for my clothes—shoving them on any old which way just so I could get the hell out of there.
“Nico? What are you doing?” he asked.
“Gotta go.”
“Wait, no. Please, don’t go. I’m sorry if I overstepped.”
I tried to ignore him, tried to find my shoes, but they weren’t anywhere in his room. I remembered toeing them off at his command the night before and felt a shiver vibrate through me.
I looked around the room for anything I could be overlooking. I didn’t want to have to come back. Fuck if my stomach didn’t twist at the thought of never coming back there, but I was determined. Nothing good would come of my getting too used to Dr. Sweetheart’s good bedside manner.
Just before I made it to the doorway, I felt his arms come around my middle from behind. My eyes squeezed closed, and I took a breath.
“Nico,” he said softly. “Stop. Please talk to me. You know the baby is better off staying asleep right now. It’s three in the morning. This isn’t about Pippa. What’s it about?”
I felt myself begin to tremble, and I really didn’t want to lose my composure in front of the kind of guy who probably didn’t even know what it was like to lose his composure.
“It was awfully presumptuous of you to go over there and get Pippa, don’t you think?” I asked defensively.
“Yes, I see that now. And I’ll be honest. It was a purely selfish move on my part because I didn’t want to wake you up. I knew you needed sleep, but it was more than that. I wanted you to still be curled up in my bed waiting for me when I got back. I wanted… want you to be curled up in my arms when I wake up tomorrow. I’m not ready for you to leave, Nico.”
I tried slowing my breathing down to keep from panicking and running. I was getting too old to run away from uncomfortable situations. I needed to face them head on. Like West was doing. He was talking to me like a normal human being. Like an adult.