Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Even if it kills me, I need to take it slow.
As I fist the sheets firmer to ensure my hands remain off her body, I say, “Find the tempo you like, one that will get you off.”
Precum seeps into my boxer shorts when she moans out, “This will work. I’m almost there. I think.”
I roll my hips upward, ensuring my piercing is felt with every grind. “Believe me, you’ll know. It won’t be a guess.”
McKayla’s speed picks up, rocking faster and with more intent. I feel her tension building, almost snapping when she finds a pleasurable rhythm.
Then, not long later, she shatters like glass with wordless, purposeful shudders.
I don’t stray my eyes from her for a second. I drink in every expression that crosses her face. Enjoyment. Ecstasy. Wave after wave of relief. I watch it all while fighting like fuck not to yank my sweats over my ass and drive into her no-doubt throbbing pussy.
Our fuck would be raw and primal, unhinged. It would be everything I imagined while stroking my cock yesterday afternoon and perhaps a little bit more. A brutal storm of ecstasy that would have no end date in sight.
Unlike McKayla’s exhaustion that pulls her under within a minute of her making a mess of the front of my pants.
Chapter 24
McKayla
An unfamiliar rhythm pounding against my ear wakes me. As manly blue walls, a spicy scent, and more gleaming trophies than I’ll ever see in my life bombard me, I lie confused for a moment.
Then reality creeps in.
My moans.
My rocks.
My explosion.
With a gasp, I attempt to jolt into a half-seated position. Attempt because Cash’s grip of my body is too firm for my shock to dislodge. I’m lying on top of him, his wish for comfort forgotten for mine. It seems as if he only shuffled back after I brought myself to the apex of pleasure with the crotch of his sweatpants.
I’d bury my head in shame if I weren’t being eyeballed by the man I took advantage of.
“I’m so sor—”
Cash squashes his index finger to my lips, grinning when he realizes how kiss-swollen they are. “Don’t you dare apologize.” The thudding of his heart makes sense when he murmurs, “Last night was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“It was?”
I want to die again.
I wasn’t meant to articulate that out loud.
“Yeah.” His sultry grin restarts the tingles I had no clue would turn so excruciatingly painful I’d be willing to do anything to chase them again. “But we don’t have time for a recap. We’re late.”
“Late?” I stray my eyes to the clock, confident someone who heads to bed before my grandparents doesn’t understand the concept of a sleep-in. My eyes bulge when I realize it is late in the afternoon. “Oh, my goodness. What did you do to me?”
“As far as Kamil is concerned, jack fucking shit.” Cash slips out of bed, then tosses on a shirt he must have lost sometime between me riding his crotch and waking in his arms. “But anyone else is free for all. Please add to those slut rumors you’ve heard about me. My reputation could use the boost when they find out I let a girl sleep over without removing my cock from my trunks.”
He exudes confidence, and it catapults when he snags up his training bag off the floor.
“Your pre-season game is today.”
I’m muttering to myself, but Cash confirms my quiet rambling as if it was a question. “Yep, so you’re in the cusp of witnessing how well weeks of hard work pays off.”
I’m feeling witty, so I use it to my advantage. “For you. I merely get to waste two point seven eight percent of my day watching so-called men fight over a ball.”
I can’t continue faking repulsion when Cash mutters, “Or two point nine if we run into overtime.”
He tosses a pair of socks in my face when I ask, “And how many minutes is that?”
“No mathematics. Not now. Not when it’s my biggest head’s time to shine.” I am completely lost until he murmurs, “We made an agreement last night, and I fully intend to cash it in.” He waggles his brows at my shocked expression before heading for his partially cracked open door. After accepting a bag that’s tossed into his chest, he dumps it on the vanity sink in his bathroom before nudging his head to the shower. “Five minutes, Einstein. That shouldn’t be too hard, considering none of your clothes require an iron.”
I roll my eyes, but in reality, I’m loving that my brazenness last night didn’t make things awkward between us. He’s so calm and collected while watching my slow stalk to the bathroom, I ponder how wondrous my imagination is.
I orgasmed—there’s no doubt about that—but is Cash’s eagerness to help me do it all over again a dream more real than any reality I’ve faced? Or is he playing games like Gabriel accused him of last night?