Total pages in book: 212
Estimated words: 207966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1040(@200wpm)___ 832(@250wpm)___ 693(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1040(@200wpm)___ 832(@250wpm)___ 693(@300wpm)
“It still helpin’?”
“Yeah. Your hands are strong and warm.”
“Then it’s all right.”
She put her hand on top of mine and wiggled her ass into me, snuggling in closer.
“Thanks, Jesse. You’re a good guy.”
I snickered.
“Even if you’re sometimes an ogre,” she added, and I heard the smile in her voice.
I moved my hand up and down a little, rubbing her stomach. “Salty ogre,” I corrected.
“That feels nice. Thank you.”
My cock was hard. No talking it down with that wiggling. And she’d know it since her sweet peach of an ass was still against it.
“Gotta take care of my hostage,” I whispered. “Especially since she hurts herself to be polite.”
I resisted the odd urge to kiss the back of her head.
She shivered, then squeezed my hand. “You wouldn’t make that mistake, would you?”
“Not too fuckin’ likely.”
She chuckled and shivered again.
“You cold?” I asked.
She didn’t answer but I felt her shake her head.
I ran my hand up and down her stomach and kept doing it until her breathing finally evened out.
***
I woke up, still spooning her. She was using my bicep as a pillow, and I was using the pillow she’d had under her head when I got in.
My hand was still on her stomach, the scent of coffee and bacon wafting into the room, the scent of oranges deeper in my lungs from her hair.
She rolled over into me and sighed into my chest. And because I hadn’t moved, this meant my hand was now on the top of her round, lace-clad ass.
I stayed still.
I felt her eyelashes tickling my chest, the warmth of her breath against my skin. More blinking. Awake. And not moving away from me, so as if of its own volition, my hand roamed down her ass a little until I was cupping her ass cheek. I felt her freeze but not move away, so I tested the waters with a gentle squeeze.
Her head moved and then we were staring into one another’s eyes. A solid minute of looking deep. Counting the flecks in her irises. Looking at the way her lashes curled. How the pink shade tinted her cheeks. And fuck, I was feeling something. Something weighty.
She broke the stare by casting her gaze down and moving in closer, so she was staring at my chest again.
Her hand then roamed too, sliding up my chest until her fingers tangled into my hair. She let out a sleepy sigh while squirming and the huskiness of her voice coupled with the hand in my hair, not to mention the squirming against me meant my cock was awake and ready for action. And she knew it.
My fingers slid into the back of her lace panties, and I gripped a bigger handful of her ass cheek.
Soft lips pressed against my chest and then sleepy blue eyes looked up into my wide awake dark brown ones again.
“How’s your belly?” I asked.
“Better, I think,” she whispered and then I watched her teeth skim her bottom lip.
I squeezed her ass. She squirmed closer and her mouth formed into a little o as her eyes roved my face and her breathing pace quickened.
I rolled her to her back, leaned down, and put my mouth to hers.
Immediately, she opened up and let me inside with a sweet little sigh.
And those bee-stung lips, that tongue? I didn’t care that it was morning and neither of us had seen a toothbrush yet… she tasted like Pepto Bismol, and I did not mind.
My fingers walked down her ribcage, slipping into the front of her panties and she was drenched when I slid two fingers inside.
“Good morning!” My mother exclaimed cheerfully from the hall. “Coffee and gluten-free breakfast is ready!”
“Fuck,” I grumbled, withdrawing my hand.
Gianna bit her lip, but she was smiling, and her eyes were dancing with amusement.
I stared at her face and leaned down to touch my mouth to hers again thinking she was really fucking gorgeous, especially with all that light in her eyes.
Her legs opened, putting my cock in the perfect place, just her scrap of lace and my bit of cotton between us. Her ankle hooked around my calf.
Her blue eyes delivered a message. Lust. Want. Permission. And my hard cock against that scrap of lace sent a clear message, too. But I knew we had less than three minutes before my ma would be hollering that breakfast was getting cold.
“We should get down there. She won’t let up now until we do.”
“Okay,” she whispered and unhooked her leg from mine.
I touched my mouth to hers. “Later,” I promised.
She smiled, then her teeth skimmed her bottom lip again.
I rolled off and headed for the shower. And the cold water. Because I fuckin’ needed it.
***
I found them laughing together in the kitchen, lookin’ as thick as thieves, sitting close, their heads nearly together at the little table as my mother showed her something on her phone. Gianna was dressed in yoga pants and a black lace shirt, showing off a black bra. She was nibbling on a strawberry, hair in braids against either side of her head, but those braids coming together in a big bun at the back of her head. My mother winked at me. I kissed her on the cheek and accepted the coffee mug she held out for me.