Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
She placed her hand over her pussy, but that did nothing. All I could see were bits and pieces of it now, not to mention I could see that she was wet, and that wetness was slipping through her fingers.
She wanted me.
Just me looking at her like this was enough to get her hot and bothered…
“Nash?”
I got to work, but I periodically glanced at the mess she was making between her legs as I did.
It was only as she was standing up and removing her hand that I lost a bit of my control.
Before she could reach for the towel dispenser, I caught her hand and brought it to my mouth.
I then proceeded to lick it clean.
She watched me do it, her pupils so dilated that she looked high as a kite.
When I finished, and every last drop of her wetness was cleaned from her fingers and palm, I dropped her hand.
She got dressed, her eyes periodically turning my way.
I didn’t miss the way she glanced at my crotch.
I also didn’t miss how she kept rubbing her thighs together, or the way she started to open her mouth to say something, only to close it before she could.
“I’ll be… uhh… outside,” she said as she eyed me and my still hard cock.
“Thanks,” I said, nodding.
Her being out of this room would help me get myself under control.
At least, that was what I told myself.
She left, and it took me a solid ten minutes to get everything back down to size.
I left, knowing that I needed to try to take care of that particular issue at home sooner rather than later, but the anxiety it gave me to think about how my body would be different now fucked with my head.
I was so lost in thought, thinking about how things had changed, that I walked right up to my family and Zip without hearing a single thing being said. That was until the last few words.
“…brother a question,” I heard the end words of Zip’s comment.
“What do you need to ask me?” I asked, assuming that brother was me.
I assumed wrong, but I wouldn’t know it for days.
“Oh, there you are.” She smiled oddly at me. “I was wondering if you wanted to stay for a family event after the show. You can invite Hoyt, Cory, and your mom if you want to stay. We’re doing a big family dinner since Hades and Hannibal were only going to be here for the night, but now they are stuck in Kansas. Therefore, we have extra food.”
I tilted my head, considering.
I felt better today than I had in days.
That didn’t mean that I was one hundred percent, though.
“I…” I hesitated.
I wanted to stay.
But not because of the family dinner. Because of her.
She wanted to be here, and I knew that if I said I was too tired, she’d follow me home.
I also liked seeing her smile.
And I knew this evening would allow that to happen.
“As long as there’s a nice comfy chair that I can lie back in and get comfortable if I get too tired,” I answered.
She beamed. “Deal.”
• • •
The performance was… awe inspiring.
It was also terrifying to watch her fly through the air, no net underneath—though Keene, her brother, assured me that the net was going in very soon thanks to the concern that the entire family had with the idea of no safety features.
When she was done, and she was sitting on that rope swing in the middle of the arena, a flashy white number covering her vitals, and a smile bigger than I’d ever seen it, I realized that she loved this.
She loved performing.
She loved the crowd and the people. She loved the kids that were screaming with excitement.
She loved everything about it.
And that was why she hadn’t done anything more with her life.
She didn’t want to.
All the other sisters, I heard throughout the rest of the night, didn’t want this as their main job.
But then there was Zip.
She was, by far, the most into the circus.
And it showed in her performances. How she interacted. How the love for all the things shined through her eyes.
I realized right then and there, sitting in the poofy chair she’d had her brother and Coffey pull out of her office and bring down to the food truck, that I had some very deep feelings for her.
Feelings that surpassed just a regular crush.
It wasn’t just like.
It was… more than that.
Love.
I loved her.
I’d had a feeling over the last couple of months that she could be something important to me.
But I’d done my level best to stay away from her so those feelings wouldn’t take root.
But then I’d allowed her into my life by taking her to that reunion.
She’d done all the work from there.
And I was blinded to it until now.
She’d expertly deposited herself right into the middle of my life, and I’d done nothing to prevent it.