Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
The ongoing vivid image in my head of her legs spread open while she rubbed her fingers along her wet clit was driving me wild as I pumped my slick cock into my hand. The sighs of pleasure coming out of her were bringing me closer to the brink with each second. But mainly, knowing that she was thinking of me, wanting me inside of her as she did it made me crazy.
When her breathing suddenly became ragged, I knew. “You’re coming…”
“Yes. Yesss.”
Painfully aroused, I’d been struggling to hold my orgasm back from the get go. So, when she told me she was coming, I jerked off faster and within seconds, hot cum shot out onto my stomach, my release so intense I was practically seeing stars.
We both sounded like we’d run a marathon as we breathed together.
The faint sounds of cheering and horns coming from downstairs snapped me out of my stupor. The timing of that briefly freaked me out until I realized the cheers weren’t for me. I looked over at the clock, and it made perfect sense.
“It’s midnight,” Nina said.
“Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year. That was the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” she said, sounding exasperated.
“Yeah…it wasn’t a New Year’s kiss, but it was pretty fucking awesome.”
“If that start was any indication of how the rest will go, it’s gonna be a great year.”
Her words haunted me as I came down from the euphoria of our first sexual encounter. My heart suddenly started to hurt. This year had the potential to be the best or worst of my life, depending on how things went. I’d find out sooner than I was ready for which way it was going to go. It wouldn’t be long before everything came undone.
CHAPTER 17
Past
The following work week flew by, and before I knew it, my ass was on the train back to Boston for the final time before I’d see Nina again. She’d be arriving in Brooklyn sometime over the weekend while I was gone. We had plans to go out Monday night, and that was when we’d have the talk.
I was on edge the entire ride. I’d never wanted to stay back in New York more than this weekend, but Ivy apparently had a bad week and with Nina possibly not home until Sunday, it didn’t make sense to stay behind. I forced myself to make the trip. So anxious to get the talk over with, I wished I could have just waited at the apartment for the moment she walked in, though.
On the train, the sounds around me seemed amplified as my head spun. My feelings alternated between excitement, dread, arousal and nausea.
I’d just arrived to South Station when my phone chimed as I exited the train. It was a text from Tarah.
Nina’s birthday is this Sunday. Even though she never told anyone, Ryan just happened to remember. We’re throwing her a surprise party downstairs at Eleni’s. I think it would be cool if you showed up. 7 pm. Let me know.
I hadn’t moved from my spot on the busy Amtrak platform since the message came in. Swarms of people passed by me as my eyes stayed glued to one word: Sunday.
Sunday.
Sunday was January eigth.
My birthday.
Her birthday.
We had the same birthday?
That was friggin wild. She was two years younger than me, so she’d be turning twenty-three. My reaction quickly turned from amazement to disappointment that Ryan knew about her birthday when I didn’t. She’d never mentioned it to me. It dawned on me that it probably had something to do with guilt over Jimmy. I understood too well the feeling of not wanting to celebrate a birthday when you lost a sibling who would never have the privilege of marking that milestone again. I’d never told her about mine because I never fussed about my birthday. The eighth of January was historically just another day to me. Not anymore. Now, it would always be Nina’s birthday. If for some reason we were not together, I still knew I’d think of nothing but Nina on my birthday for the rest of my life.
Even though I normally left Boston late on Sundays, I wasn’t going to miss Nina’s party for anything. I’d have to catch a train by three in the afternoon to get there in time.
This development would now change a couple of other things. My family had planned a little get together for me at Allison’s since this birthday was my twenty-fifth. They would have to postpone it now. Also, my original plan was to have the Ivy talk with Nina the next time we saw each other. There was no way I was going to ruin her birthday, though. Our birthday.
Now that I’d be seeing her earlier than planned, the extra time we’d be spending together Sunday night before the talk would mean having to exercise a lot of control. The sexual dynamic of our relationship had changed since New Year’s Eve, but I still vowed not to touch her until she knew everything. Even though we’d experienced that amazing phone sex, it was hard to believe we still hadn’t even kissed.