Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Chapter Twenty-Two
Brian
“I’m not making her do eighteen hours on the road,” I tell Cori when we sit in the bus going from Boston to Toronto. We are more than halfway done with this tour, and I swear I’m about to throw in the towel.
“What are you guys talking about now?” Kellie asks, coming in from the back of the bus. She just took a shower, and she sits next to me, curling her legs under her. She tips her face up, and I know she wants a kiss, and I’m okay giving her one. Fuck, I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman more in my life. All the time. We could be watching television, and I just want to lean over and kiss her. Anything to get my lips on her. I’ve worshiped every single inch of her, and it’s still not enough. It never seems to be enough. “Hi,” she whispers when I kiss her softly.
“Hey, baby.” I move her hair to the side and kiss her neck.
“You guys are nauseating,” Cori says, and I look over at her. It’s just the three of us on the bus since Jackie and Trisha decided it’s more fun on the other buses. She then looks at Kellie. “I’m going to miss the bus since Brian has canceled most of the trips.” I look over at Brian who just shrugs.
“It’s too long a drive, and you don’t need to do it when we can get on a plane. I’ve also canceled the rides from Miami to Nashville, and the Detroit to Kansas City route,” I tell her. So far, it’s been smooth sailing and there hasn’t been another delivery. The box had no fingerprints, no evidence, nothing, so we are still what I call sitting ducks. We have been staying in houses the whole time, and it’s better than I thought it would be.
“Are you just going to let him do that?” Cori asks Kellie, leaning back in her chair.
“Do you want to argue with him?” Kellie says, crunching a chip. “How did the last argument go?” They both look at me, knowing the last time they argued with me about where we ended up eating, and well, in the end, I won. Cori doesn’t say anything, knowing that any argument they have with me, I’m always right. Cori pffts out, and then I look over to catch her rolling her eyes. “Exactly.”
“That wasn’t even a valid argument. We were in Philly, so obviously I was going to have a cheesesteak.” She throws up her hand. “But this is a whole detour. I have to secure a plane and make sure all the—”
I hold up my hand to stop her. “Already done.” I look at her, and she leers at me. “I’m that good.” I wink at her, knowing she hates it.
“I don’t know what you see in him,” Cori says, and I throw my head back and laugh.
“He can make me have double orgasms, and his cock is perfect,” Kellie says. I whip my head to the side while Cori makes retching noises. “What? I have to tell her. She’s my best friend.”
“Baby, private,” I tell her between closed teeth, and she drops the bag of chips on the floor and then crawls into my lap.
“I’m out,” Cori says. “I am going to put my ear plugs in just in case.”
Her hands come to my face and she kisses me. “Babe,” I whisper between kisses, my hand in her wet hair, “private means me and you.”
“Honey,” she says breathlessly when my hands roam to her tits, cupping them in my hands, “I couldn’t ever keep the orgasm thing to myself.”
“And my cock?” I grind up now, said cock ready to fucking sink in her. This is the hardest I’ve ever had to fight. I almost gave in yesterday and just planted myself in her once and then die there.
“Your cock,” she says, rotating her hips in circles on my cock, “it’s a thing of art, Brian.” I pinch her nipples, knowing it’s going to set her off. “And it’s mine,” she says. She comes on me while we dry hump on the couch. “How much time do we have until we get to Pittsburgh?”
“We are going to go past Border Patrol in thirty minutes, and then we have three until we get to Pittsburgh,” I tell her, and then I kiss her again. Fuck, the kiss brings me to my knees. “You need to get off me so I can get under control.”
She moans as she climbs off me. “You know what? I might stop giving you head if you don’t do me soon.” I laugh at her as I adjust myself. “I don’t know why you are laughing. I could do it.”
“Could you?” I ask her with a hint of teasing. “You love it as much as I do,” I point out, and she just shrugs her shoulders.