Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
How he knew that my thighs were getting more use than they’d gotten the entire day, I didn’t know. But I was glad.
I vaguely wondered why he didn’t keep his hands on my hips, but before the thought could fully form in my brain, he was using the other hand—the one that hadn’t made an appearance in my asshole, FYI—to circle the tiny bud of my clit.
I gritted my teeth and moved, ignoring the way my thighs were crying and slammed myself back down.
That’s when his fingers slipped away from my clit and filled me. Three of them, making me feel the fullest I’d ever felt.
I lost my breath in a single whoosh of exhaled air, and came, right then and there.
He cursed, not expecting it, and lost what little control he had.
His fingers inside of me, as well as the hand on my ass, helped lift me since I was rendered immobile by the orgasm that swept over me.
Then I felt Travis’ cock jerking and twitching inside of my ass, and I knew subconsciously that he’d gone, too.
Yet I couldn’t find it in me to care.
Not when he was making me come so hard that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the same.
My lungs screamed for air, and I gasped, my eyes snapping open, as I stared, fixated, at the now open window.
Open, as in so open that I could see out to the street, and count the number of cars that were lining it.
“Window’s open,” I managed to gasp.
Travis looked over my shoulder to the window that his naked back was plastered against, and grunted. “Sure the fuck is.”
I rolled my eyes and leaned forward.
He went with me and let the curtains fall back into place.
“Really need to get blinds for those,” he muttered. “Fucking weird shaped window with its special-order blinds.”
I snickered.
Then he turned serious.
“If there is one thing you can count on in this life, it’s my love for you. I may be dead and gone, but that love isn’t something that will ever fade.” He turned my face so that I could feel his forehead on the side of my chin. “I love you like crazy, Han. So much that I hate a man that I know is happily married. So much that when you got on his bike today, I decided that you’ll never get on the back of Wolf’s bike ever again. Even if he was bringing you to me.”
I started to giggle as my heart filled to the brim with happiness.
“Get up, girl,” he growled, depositing a kiss on my cheek before moving his hands to my hips and pushing me up.
The moment he slid from inside of me, I had a moment of panic. Things down there did not feel right, but just as quickly as I thought that the spasming of my asshole slowed, and then stopped altogether, returning to normal.
I bit my lip and turned to face him.
“Not saying that I won’t do that again with you, but just sayin’, it feels really weird right now.”
Like very weird. The fact that his come was inside of me and couldn’t escape was making for a lot of weird feelings.
“Go start the shower,” he ordered. “I’m going to do a final check of the house,” he said as he reached for the underwear drawer. “Then I’ll join you.”
And just like that he was gone, giving me what I knew was my privacy to do what I needed to do in the bathroom before he got back.
So, I did just that and didn’t complain once when I saw him re-enter the bathroom and head to the shower where I was at. Nor did I complain when I saw him throw those newly-cleaned underwear on the floor in his usual pile of dirty clothes right next to the laundry hamper.
It really must be true love.
Chapter 24
One day I’ll get my shit together. Today’s not that day.
-Coffee Cup
Travis
“Hey Han, do you have any quarters?” I called. “The girls are getting Kona Icee drink slushie things today at school, and I only have six dollars. They need ten to get the color changing cup.”
“In my purse!” came Hannah’s yell from our bedroom where she was getting ready to go to her new job as caretaker for an elderly woman. “At the bottom under all the junk.”
I scanned the kitchen counters for her purse and spotted it on top of the fridge of all places.
I walked to it and got it off, reveling in the weight of it, and opened the first compartment. Then the second. Finally, still not seeing any quarters, I spotted a somewhat hidden compartment and yanked it open.
Then I froze for all of two seconds before pulling out what I saw.
Walking with it to the bedroom, I held it up to show her.