Four Real Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
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“Really? That would be amazing. I have ideas for how I want the images to look but I’m not sure I can pull it off with my phone’s camera.”

“I’ll ask him. I don’t think it will be a problem.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that.”

“Sure.” That grin again. He turns on the radio, adjusting it from the hard-driving music that first comes on, to a channel with a lighter sound that he knows I like. We’re quiet for a few minutes, but then I ask him about his day, and we end up talking throughout the rest of the drive.

When he pulls into the restaurant’s parking lot, he turns off the engine but doesn’t make moves to get out. “We got here really early. Is it okay with you if we wait in the car for a few minutes? The restaurant doesn’t have much of a waiting area.”

“That’s fine,” I say, unlatching my seat belt. I notice Ryder watching me, and when I meet his gaze, he doesn’t look away. After a few long moments of him staring, I can’t take it any more. “What?” I ask, wondering if my hair is sticking up or if there’s something on my face.

“Have I mentioned how much I like that dress you’re wearing?”

Heat floods my cheeks and I lower my eyes.

“I like it almost as much as the red bikini you wore on your birthday.”

“You liked that?” I don’t mean to fish for a compliment, but I had myself convinced that skimpy bathing suit was a terrible choice.

“My god, Bianca, what man wouldn’t like it?”

The thought of his eyes having been on me, and knowing that he was admiring my body that day brings a flood of heat to other areas of my body. I glance up to find his dark eyes still on me.

“I don’t think you have any idea how beautiful you are.” He leans closer, his eyes flicking back and forth from my eyes to my mouth, his hand sliding into my hair, smoothing it away from my face as his lips press against mine.

The kiss sends sensations throughout my body, to my fingertips and down to my toes. With his lips, Ryder continues the conversation, telling me that he likes how I look and how I feel.

His tongue tickles me and I part my lips to allow it to explore my mouth, surprised at how natural it seems. Tentatively, I brush my tongue against his, and he moans quietly, a sound rumbling up from deep inside him.

We kiss until I forget where we are, and why I ever needed anything else in my life outside of Ryder’s mouth on mine.

When he pulls away, he looks as dazed as I feel, his eyes are heavy, almost like he’s drunk. I definitely feel intoxicated myself.

“We should probably …” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but he sits up straighter, leaning back against his seat. He stares in the general direction of the gearshift, unfocused, as he says, “You’ve gotten really good at kissing.”

His words serve as a gentle reminder that this is all for my education; it’s not real. “Should we go in now?” I ask.

“I … um … I need a minute.” He shifts in his seat, tugging at one of his pants legs, and it’s then that I notice the bulge below his belt.

My mouth is suddenly both dry and watering at the same time. I’ve given Ryder a hard-on. I know I was enjoying the hell out of our kiss, and it’s nice to know he was also apparently enjoying it very much.

I should look away, but I’m fascinated by the size of what I’m seeing. It’s so much larger than I would have imagined. When he catches me looking, words come out before I can stop them. “Does that hurt?” The fabric is strained across his erection.

One of his eyebrows shoots up. He’s surprised at my question, and frankly, so am I, but if this is all for educational purposes, I may as well ask questions.

He lifts his hips and presses his palm to one side of his lap, seemingly trying to adjust himself. “I wouldn’t say it hurts. It’s a little uncomfortable.”

There is nothing little about what I’m seeing. I really need to stop staring.

With some effort, I turn my head to look out of my passenger window. I hadn’t even realized we were next to the ocean. The sun is starting to turn the sky and the water beautiful shades of orange and red.

After a few quiet moments, Ryder lightly touches my arm. “Ready to go?”

I nod, unable to stop myself from stealing another glance at his pants before I get out of the car. Situation normal. Inside, my body has not returned to normal. Not one bit. I wouldn’t be surprised if my ovaries are pumping out hormones at triple speed.


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