Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
She slammed herself down the rest of the way, and I swear to all that was holy, my eyes fucking crossed.
My release started to climb up my shaft before I was even aware that I’d blown.
Then I was filling her up with weeks of untapped come.
She rode me through my release and then rolled right into hers.
It was the weirdest fuckin’ thing.
I mean, I’d felt someone coming around my cock before.
But her?
It was like her whole body got into it. Like she was putting everything she had into exploding around me.
I fucking loved it.
“Why don’t you have more experience? Even better, if you have no experience, how did you know how to do that thing at the end where you angled your hips just…so?” She panted. “My god…if you had more, I might’ve died.”
I was already shaking my head in denial.
“Anything there at the end when I was coming was purely happenstance,” I admitted. “I wasn’t firing on all cylinders. That was just pure, animalistic exploding at its finest.”
“Well you can animalistic explode on me anytime you want to.”
I freakin’ planned on it.
CHAPTER 10
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but the kitchen scissors STAY IN THE FUCKING KITCHEN.
-Slone to anybody who would listen
SLONE
“If the trailer’s a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.”
I felt my eyelid twitch at his words.
Last night’s session had turned into an all-night bender.
There wasn’t a single second that we hadn’t spent either having sex, recovering from having sex, or working up to having more sex.
It was the best night of my life. Or, at least, the best night of my sex life, anyway.
“Whatever you do,” I said to Titus. “Don’t repeat that in front of her, or she’ll get to the airport and take a completely different flight than us.”
And I’d never see her again.
Why the thought of that happening sent me into a slight panic, I didn’t want to delve too deep into, but suffice it to say, her coming on the plane with us was imperative to my mental health.
We were only a couple hours away from Kilgore. We could totally make that drive home. But instead of driving away from the airport, we decided to just skip the team bus and meet the team at the airport.
It would cause us both to get fines, but it was worth it not to have to make any extra trips.
That, and I wanted to get some alone time with Briley before I took off on her for a month.
Briley assured me this morning as we were sitting down for breakfast at a diner in Benton that she would be fine and was actually looking forward to not spending a few days in multiple different hotel rooms.
Which was when I started to feel bad, because I hadn’t realized that she felt that way.
“I heard a bit of Briley and your conversation,” Titus said, reading my thoughts.
We’d been best friends for years. Sometimes it felt like he knew me better than I knew me.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Titus groaned. “And I hate to say it, man, but I think I agree with her. We need to find a more permanent solution.”
My brows rose. “How do you expect to do that?”
He was already shaking his head. “An arranged marriage with Blue would be nice.”
A breath of shocked laughter had me grinning wickedly.
Blue was his high school crush. A high school crush that’d turned into a life-long crush, it seemed.
Hell, I’d had my own crush in high school. Her name was Tempy, and I thought at one point, when my life was a little less busy, I’d go back to her and see if we could try things out.
Only, things had never calmed down in my life. They just kept getting busier.
But after meeting Ari…yeah, I didn’t think that Tempy was going to even be a glimmer in the back of my mind anymore.
Blue was it for Titus, though.
One day, they’d be together.
I had the utmost confidence in that prediction.
“We’ll figure it out,” I grumbled. “Even if I have to quit and stay home with them.”
Titus whipped his head around in shock. “What?”
I twisted my neck left, then right, hearing a few pops before I turned back to Titus. “I don’t want our kids to be unhappy. And just sayin’, but being away from them, as well as having to be here, do this, or get fined, is the fuckin’ worst.”
“Fined?”
I turned to look over my shoulder and found Ari on her way to us, a ticket in one hand and her carry-on in the other.
“Yeah,” I sighed as I shrugged. “We got fined for not arriving with the team.”
Her mouth fell open.
“How much did you get fined?” Ari asked with wide eyes.
“Ten grand apiece,” Titus murmured as he studied whatever was on his phone.
“What?” she screeched. “They charged you ten thousand dollars apiece because you didn’t ride the team bus? What the hell is that?”