Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
She tilts her head to the side, half squinting one eye. “I don’t think you’re insane. I...” She trails off so I continue.
“I keep having these visions.” I press on. “And while I was carrying you through the woods, I saw this. Us together, exactly like this. I can’t explain it. It’s never happened to me before. But my mind is filled with us. Like a movie playing constantly. I knew I would make love to you. I knew I would make you mine, just as real as this is now. I saw it all. Please, don’t think I’m a madman. I just want you to know because it’s the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
My heart beats hard against my chest as I wait for her reaction.
The squint in her eyes turns to a softness and she brings her hands to my cheeks.
“You know what?”
I shake my head, steadying myself for whatever comes next.
“I saw it too. When you were carrying me. Then this. How can that be?” Her eyes are soft, searching.
“I don’t know. But I do know I don’t want it to ever stop.”
WE LIE TOGETHER, EXHAUSTED, Teah breathing softly as the sun crests the horizon though the trees outside of the cabin window. The scent of the fire still fills the space, along with the heady scent of sex from our bodies and her flavor still lingering on my lips, my body, my face.
I couldn’t get enough. My dick did not settle until just an hour ago when Teah nearly passed out and hyperventilated from the orgasms.
She’d taken me in her mouth, and I spun her body around to eat her dripping cunt in a marathon sixty-nine that had me filling her throat while she gushed in my mouth.
She came so hard she couldn’t breathe, and it took me a good five minutes to calm her down and settle her next to me.
I took her into the small cabin bathroom and ran the tub with warm water. Eased her into it to soothe her sore pussy. After that, I lay her in the bed, ate her slowly and sweetly until she said the throbbing eased. I placed warm cloths between her legs until her eyes drooped and her body melted into the soft bedding.
Now she sleeps, and every moment she seems more beautiful than the last. Her chest rises and falls slowly as I slip out of bed and half stumble to the small kitchen to get us some coffee and water.
I fed her during the night. Scrambled eggs, because it’s one of the only things I can cook that won’t kill someone. I took each forkful and brought it to her lips, wanting to be the one that provided her the sustenance she needed. Basking in the possessive beast that is now awake, that wants to make her rely on me, need me, never think of a day without me ever again.
As I cross the small living room toward the kitchen, I reach down into my duffel bag and pull out my cell.
The only calls or messages I’ve replied to were Beverly’s asking if I was okay. I told her I was alive, and I would be in touch. That was it.
Her reply was kind, understanding, and told me she would be there when I needed her.
Now as I look at the screen, it’s crowded with texts and missed calls from everyone that wants a piece of me and is worried about their bottom line. Ten alone from my agent, letting me know that if I don’t come back soon, my tour will be cancelled, my next studio album will be in the shitter and the two movie contracts that are waiting for my signatures will be withdrawn. He’s full of shit.
Even so, you know what that made me feel?
Nothing.
No, not nothing. I felt relieved.
The messages started out with concern, but the more recent ones are now curt and some are nearly violent with their outrage, their frustration that I could take my life into my own hands and just cut out for twenty-four hours.
Who the fuck can’t survive twenty-four hours without someone?
Me. I can’t survive twenty-four hours without her.
But that’s a different story.
All the messages and voicemails only solidify what I felt when I walked out of that meeting. And now, with Teah in my life, I could never expose her to this kind of life. She’s pure, innocent, and something tells me the oppression of my kind of celebrity would ruin her.
Ruin us.
The idea that she has no knowledge of who I am intrigues me and I look forward to knowing everything about this mysterious girl who seems to have no connection to what most in this world find important.
I shoot Beverly another quick message. Again, just telling her I’m okay and I’m sorry if my disappearance is making her life hell, because I know it must be.