Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Sorry, my hands have a mind of their own. They wanted in the second they saw you in these tiny shorts.”
“Yeah, and if you keep doing that, we won’t watch any of the movie.”
“Babe, we’ve attempted to watch the same movie three times this week. You could care less about this movie. Sit on my lap.”
“No, we can’t. Russ is home. He can walk out and catch us.”
“Fuck, Russ. Babe, sit on my lap. My cock needs to be inside you.”
“Easton—”
“If he walks out, it’ll look like we’re cuddling. Which we will be. I’ll just have my cock up your wet cunt while I bounce you up and down on my lap.”
My lips part at the visual. He knows I won’t stand a chance after that offer. I slowly slide onto his lap. Under the blanket, he pulls down his sweats, pushes my skimpy pajama shorts to the side, and slides through my slick heat. “That’s it, babe. Oh yeah.” He lifts and then drops me down on his dick. “God, you sure do love this movie.”
I moan, gripping his thighs. “Fuck,” I bite my lower lip. “It’s getting to the good part.”
Easton chuckles through a moan, increasing the pace. “God, you’re so perfect. Take my cock, babe.”
“Easton. . .”
***
A moan travels up my throat, and I stir in bed. My body is on fire, and I tug the blanket off my legs to relieve the crazy pressure between my thighs. I slide my fingers down my belly but am stopped by a giant hand around my waist. My hips are pulled backward, and I feel something massive between my butt cheeks. I moan again, rubbing my ass against it.
“Unless we’re calling quits on this truce bullshit, you better stop grinding into my dick, babe.” My eyes shoot open, and the room comes into focus. Yep, this isn’t my room. And I’m definitely not having a sex dream. Holy shit. “Stop squirming. You know he likes to sneak in.”
“Shut up,” I hiss, trying to catch my bearings. My sex is throbbing, and I’m fighting not to press into his erection. Because that’s all it would take since I’m not wearing underwear. “You go any further, and I will mutilate you.” Please don’t listen to me. Please don’t listen to me.
“I wouldn’t think of it. Spending all this time with you has made me realize you’re more like a sister to me anyway. No attraction.”
“Shut up. You don’t have a sister.”
“But I imagine it’d be like this. Innocent cuddles. No spark.”
“Your dick is like a steel rod poking me in the ass, so no attraction, my ass. You want me.”
“Morning wood, babe. Comes with the territory.” He releases me and rolls off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. Asshole!
Wait. . . is he really not attracted to me? I can’t remember the last time, if ever, he’s been able to resist me. He has to be messing with me. He kissed me yesterday. There was passion. But he didn’t go any further. He didn’t even attempt to have sex with me. What if he’s not into me anymore?
Whatever.
He sucks, anyhow.
I climb out of bed and stomp toward my bathroom. I take a cold shower because it’s needed and dress in Easton’s sweats and a T-shirt. Our day is pretty similar to yesterday. We work in the spare bedroom and then drive to the ravine. Today, he doesn’t try to kiss me, which irks me, and he cooks another fantastic dinner when we return home.
We’re back to our game of thumb wars, and I lose for the second night in a row. “Oh, come on. Your hands are huge! We should just switch off.”
“No, you cheated and took half the bed last night. You’re couching it tonight.”
“Fine. Your bed’s horrible anyway. Worst sleep of my life.”
“Bet your morning was even worse.” He winks and saunters off, closing the door behind him. He seriously has a death wish.
I make it ten minutes longer than last night before I pull back the covers, threaten his life, and fall asleep.
***
I will give it to Easton. He has one hell of a bed. My body is sprawled out, and I’ve never slept so well. Not because I’m sprawled out on his bed but because I’m lying across Easton’s entire body. God dammit! I pop an eye open, and my first visual is his chest. Sculpted pecs covered in tats. My stupid arm is wrapped around his torso, resting on a bed of abs, and my leg is tangled with his while my damn crotch is nestled against his muscular thigh. And leave it to my hyper-aware body, on its own accord, to grind into it.
Why does the universe hate me?
Easton mumbles something in his sleep. I release a small squeal when he cups my ass. What is he… Squeezing, he pulls me closer to him, nuzzling his nose into the lining of my neck. Another tug. My hips raise, and I swear, one more inch, and I’ll be straddling him. I should feign sleep. Unconsciously slip onto his gorgeous dick.