Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 78732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
"Let me help you," Ellis whispers as steam begins to swirl around us.
I stand stock-still as he reaches for the hem of the t-shirt I blatantly took from his dresser drawer before my shower yesterday.
"Jesus," he mutters as I lift my arms and allow him to slip it over my head. "I know I have no right to be jealous, but had I known you were naked under this thing, I would've beat Twisted's and Rooster's ass for seeing you today."
I fight the urge to cross my arms over my chest when the air in the room tightens my nipples.
I drop my eyes, only to have the sight of his thickening cock fill my vision.
Instead of taking a step back, he reduces the space between us, the tip of his cock brushing my stomach and leaving a wetness on my skin.
"Sorry," he whispers, without any attempt to increase the distance between the two of us.
"Sh-shower," I stutter, knowing I need water sluicing down my body to hide the arousal growing between my legs.
His hand wraps around mine, and a second later, we're both standing under the spray.
"I can't get over how sexy you are," he says as his hand runs over his chest. "You turned me on the second I saw you at the grocery store."
His confession sparks something inside of me, and it only takes a few breaths before my skin feels like it's on fire.
My hand twitches with the need to touch myself, but I could never do something so openly sexual in front of anyone.
"I wanted my mouth on your skin, my hands cupping your breasts," he continues. "I wanted to know what it was like to slide my cock right into the center of you."
I swallow down the knot in my throat before taking a step closer to him.
"Touch me," I beg, but instead of closing the distance between us, he places his hands behind his back.
I want to growl at him, to tell him he's a jerk for refusing me, but when I look up into his face, I see that he's struggling just as much as I am. It feels nice to have him on my side in this, despite how much we're aching for each other.
"We went over the rules before we got in here, and I'm not going to do something you didn't agree to out there," he says, sounding reasonable and completely insane at the same time.
"You're infuriating," I mutter.
"You'll thank me for it later, Kaylee. Touch yourself."
My head shakes, refusing to do as he wants before my brain can even formulate a response.
"I can't."
"You will," he says, as if he's already seen the future and knows exactly how this shower will end.
"Ellis," I whine.
"Say my name when you come," he offers, one hand coming out from behind his back to stroke down the now rigid length of himself.
It's as if his touching himself gives me the courage to do the same, but I lock my eyes on the shower wall when my fingers part that sensitive crease in my body.
I barely manage to control the whimper that threatens to escape my lips, but he seems less capable, the rugged sound of his groan echoing all around us to the point that I wonder if others in the house can hear him.
"Fuck, that's so sexy," he whispers, his words coming out on a pant.
My fingers move faster, the brush of them on my clit so powerful that my knees threaten to give out.
"That's it," he praises. "Come for me, baby."
As if my body has been obeying his commands for years, I explode, blackness filling my vision.
When I come back down, he has stepped into me, the back of his hand brushing over my stomach as he strokes himself. I whimper for a second time when I look down in time to see the head of his cock throb as cum spurts from the tip of him.
We didn't have sex, yet somehow this seemed much more intimate than any sexual experience I've ever had before.
Chapter 23
Heathen
"You seem on edge."
I don't bother looking toward Twisted, and I know not doing so is only going to fuel whatever conversation this man thinks we're going to have.
He was in the kitchen this morning to witness me walking in and embracing Kaylee. Hell, it wouldn't surprise me if he stuck his head out of his bedroom door and watched us walk into my room hand in hand.
As much as I thought Vegas was going to be different from New Mexico, it seems everyone is still in everyone else's business here just like they are there.
Rooster mentioned the cameras last night, which means he saw at least some of what happened in the hot tub. After thinking about that longer, it makes me want to punch his lights out until he can no longer remember what he witnessed. That was an intimate situation I had with my wife, and I feel a certain kind of way with him having seen it.