Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Fuck. I’ve never come that hard, and all I was doing was thinking about her in my clothes.
Grabbing the showerhead, I washed the mess I made off the glass, and then quickly shut off the shower. I toweled dry, and wrapped the towel around my waist before heading back into the bedroom.
Ember was on the bed, the jeans I’d dug out from the closet covering her nicely shaped ass. She didn’t have a shirt on, only a sports bra. The bandage was starkly white against her tanned back. I walked over to her, and ran my finger lightly down her side. She shifted slightly away from my touch and giggled. Goosebumps broke out all down her side, and I longed to run my tongue over them.
“That tickles.” She said.
“We’ll have to change this later on when we get home.” I said to her, tapping the side of her bandage.
“Okay.” She mumbled into the mattress.
“Why aren’t you dressed yet?” I asked her.
“I can’t get my pants buttoned. You must’ve dried these when you washed them, and now they’re too tight.” She said miserably. “I don’t dry any of my jeans because they’ll shrink up in the dryer, and then I have to lay down to snap them. Which I can’t do today because then I’d have to lay on my back.”
“Well stand up, and we will see what we can do.” I instructed.
She stood up and turned around. Her first and second button were undone, so I pulled her to me by the waist of her jeans. When I curled my fingers around the waistband, I quickly realized that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My fingers encountered hair, and nothing else.
I inhaled sharply, and my eyes shot from the buttons on her jeans to her eyes.
Ember was biting her lip while her eyes focused on my hand that was in the waistband of her jeans. I abruptly made the decision to go for it. I’ve been so strung out this last year, that I knew something had to give. We’ve been skirting around the elephant in the room for too long. No more.
“I think we’ve denied this for too long, Ember. It’s gonna happen. I don’t think I can keep myself away from you for much longer. I’m running out of excuses to stay away from you.” I said to her, while moving my fingers back and forth over her springy curls.
I found myself wanting to undo the last two buttons on her jeans, so I did. The fly of the jeans said “Lucky you” and damned if I didn’t feel like a lucky fuck.
Her voice quivered as she said, “Umm, you’re supposed to be helping me button those, not unbuttoning.”
Of course, she didn’t respond to my earlier statement, but that also wasn’t a “no” coming out of her mouth.
My dick was making a tent out of the towel that was wrapped at my hips. Ember’s eyes kept wandering down to it, and then her eyes would shoot back to mine.
“I only wanted to see if the upstairs and the downstairs matched.” I said to her.
With that statement, I let my eyes wander down until they sought what they were looking for. And yes, the top matched the bottom. I let my hand drift off her waistband, and buried my fingers into her curls, tugging gently.
“Soon, maybe not tonight, or tomorrow, but soon.” I declared before reaching down and buttoning her jeans, all the way to the top.
When I straightened, the fold in the towel fell just right, so my dick escaped the restricting confines of the towel. Ember’s eyes widened when she saw it, but quickly averted her head. I laughed as she looked at the ceiling, and then the curtains, while covertly looking down at my dick.
Yes, it would be soon. I wasn’t holding back anymore. She was screwed. Literally.
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Ember
Oh my god. Oh my god. OH MY GOD!
This was more than I ever could have hoped for; I’d fantasized about this very moment at least a hundred times. Gabe’s been Mr. Stoic ever since I met him. He never speaks much. He’s just the dark, formidable presence at your back. He’s spoken to me more in the last twenty-four hours than he has in the last year. I never would’ve thought my feelings were returned by him. I thought I was the only one with the overactive imagination. Every time he would walk into the room, my heart would start beating double time, the butterflies in my stomach felt more like humming birds zipping around, and sweat would start to form in the most awkward places. He always seemed so calm and cool. If today was anything to go by, he’s been feeling it almost as bad as I’ve been.
In an attempt to get my mind out of the gutter, I started giving orders.
“Okay, I’m going to send Cheyenne a text message from the truck. You need to haul-” I said before pounding interrupted my request.
Fuck. Too late.
I let out a long-suffering sigh before walking to the door and swinging it wide. There she stood. My best friend in the whole entire world, and her two boob ornaments that were stuck to her tit ninety percent of the time. Don’t get me wrong, I love those two girls from the bottom of my heart, but they seem to be attached to her boob the majority of the time. I mean shouldn’t they be done at a little over a year old? Not that I have a problem with others doing it, it just kinda creeps me out. Not to mention the one time she tried to shoot me with her milk missiles. I ran away from her just as I do when I see those nasty huge cock roaches scuttling across the floor.
The two boob ornaments wore matching outfits today. How surprising. They were cute though, sporting two Spiderman onesies with ruffles on the butt. They were supposed to be gag gifts, but Cheyenne loved them. Their hair was rather crazy today. It looked like mommy forgot how to use a comb.