Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Son of a bitch. Talk about the point of no return.
And of course, instead of quenching my thirst, all I want now is more. To taste her. To feel the pressure from her thighs around my head while she rides out one orgasm after another delivered by my tongue. To feel her from the inside, to know what it’s like for those tight muscles of hers to grip me and milk me dry.
No matter how many times I have her, I don’t think it will ever be enough.
And one time would be too many.
How much harder did I just make my life?
14
MIA
It’s been days since Zeke got me off in my room. My fantasy came true, a fantasy I’ve had more times than I can count. Now I know what it’s really like to have him walk into my room and take control. I don’t have to pretend anymore. I don’t have to ask myself how it would feel for him to catch me touching myself. I didn’t plan it to go that way—I couldn’t sleep. I tried everything I could until finally, the idea of coming seemed like the only other option. I always sleep well after an orgasm.
I would’ve slept well after that one, too, if it hadn’t been delivered by him. If it hadn’t opened a whole vault full of questions and worries.
The way he’s been acting since then hasn’t exactly helped things, either. We’re right back where we started, with any ground we made up over these past several weeks vanishing. He barely looks at me and doesn’t do much more than grunt when I ask questions. When we’re back at the condo, he’s either working out downstairs at the gym or sitting out on the balcony. What he’s doing out there, I don’t know. I can’t help but wonder if it’s all a way to stay away from me.
And I don’t understand why. It was good. He enjoyed it, and there was no question whether I did or not. It’s not like I broke down and cried or, even worse, threw myself into his arms and told him I loved him or anything like that. Is that what’s worrying him? That I’ll read more into this than there actually is?
If I knew that was true, I would tell him he has nothing to be worried about. I don’t want anything from him. And I’m not going to get him in trouble—that’s the last thing I want to do. And not only because I would be in trouble, too, even though I know I’d be forgiven. I’m sure Dad would blame it all on him, like he tricked me or seduced me.
Nothing could be further from the truth, but he wouldn’t believe that. He wouldn’t want to. It would be easier to make it into a cut-and-dried situation.
It would mean never seeing Zeke again, and I don’t want that, either.
He’s sitting directly behind me. I feel his eyes staring holes into the back of my head through those sunglasses he insists on wearing everywhere. I’m starting to wonder if they help him keep watch over the people around me without them being able to tell—they can’t see the direction his eyes are moving in, and he’s very good at keeping his expression neutral. Almost scary good. I’m starting to understand better why Dad picked him for this job. To call him intimidating would be a massive understatement.
Why the hell won’t he tell me what he’s thinking? Why won’t he give me the slightest clue?
And why can’t I shake the sense of everybody knowing what happened between us? There’s no way they could know. I don’t know what they do at night in their rooms, do I? It’s my guilt. I’ve never gone that far with any guy all this time, not ever. And I’ve wanted it to be him since the day we met. So why do I feel so bad about it?
Because I don’t know how he feels. As simple as that. If he would only tell me it was no big deal, I could get over it.
Well, if he’s going to go back to the way things were and leave me hanging, maybe I can get a reaction out of him some other way.
I lean over the empty seat between me and a guy who looks like he might be napping behind his open laptop. “Did you hear him say which chapters will be covered on the exam? I missed it.”
He sits up a little straighter and tries to make it look like he’s been awake this whole time. “Uh, no. I missed it, too.” Right, because you were sleeping, dumbass. Then again, it’s the first class of the day, and most of the other students look sleepy. Not everyone is as much of a nerd for school as I am.