Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
She was still standing exactly where I left her when I walked out of the bathroom. Looking traumatized and terrified to get back in that bed. Frozen in place.
“You can get back in bed now.”
She shook her head. “What if its family comes to get retaliation?”
“I killed it. Not you.”
“They don’t know that. What if they come and lay their eggs in my brain, and I wake and have baby spiders growin’ inside me? Like in your story.”
“Well ... we can’t have that now can we.” I didn’t think twice about it, pulling back the sheets on the other side of her bed. I laid down, and Teddy jumped in right after me, laying at my feet. He made himself at home, and I patted the empty side for her to lay next to me. “I’ll just have to sleep here to protect you.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, contemplating what I just said. “Oh ... I see what you did there. You set me up! You put that spider in here, didn’t you?”
I shrugged. “Innocent until proven guilty, Gremlin.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You did do it!”
“I can’t confirm nor deny those allegations until my lawyer is present. Where is Shiloh?” I joked.
“Jackson Pierce, you are rotten to the core!”
“And yet, who knows how many others may have been planted in this room. Just for you. Your only choice is for me to sleep in here to protect you. It’s a tough job, Harley, but someone’s gotta do it.”
She glared at me.
“Take it or leave it, toots. I can go, but I’m not running back in here if you find another one. You’ll be on your own.”
“This is bullshit.”
I patted the bed again. “It’s nice and warm for you.”
“Ugh. You stay on your side, Jackson Pierce. I don’t wanna feel nothin’ that wakes up before I do.”
“I can’t control my cock, Harley. Especially with you sleeping undressed like that next to me.”
“I’ll put on some clothes.”
“Gremlin, let’s face it. You could be wearing a snowsuit, and I’d still wake up with morning wood.”
“You’re disgustin’.”
“You’re offending my package. You should kiss it and make it better.”
“Jackson ... I mean it. Stay on your side.”
I put my hands out in a surrendering gesture. “I’m not the one you should be worried about. Girls are the ones that love to cuddle and shit. You stay on your side, if you don’t want my dick poking you in the ass in the morning.”
She grumbled something under her breath and reluctantly got in, placing a big ass pillow in between us. She added, “You better not snore.”
It didn’t take long for sleep to find me, which was very unusual. I couldn’t remember the last time I fell asleep so easily.
Never once thinking about the things that would eternally haunt me day in and day out.
“Mmm ... Jackson,” I heard Harley moan in my dreams. Hmm ... yes ... just ... like ... that...”
Even in my sleep the little shit consumed me.
“Yes...” she panted. “Right there...”
It wasn’t until I felt something wet on my thigh that my eyes instantly shot open.
“Yes ... I’m so close ... so close...”
Shaking off the sleep haze, I realized her leg was entwined with mine, and she was the one rubbing against my thigh.
Not her.
Her pussy.
Her soaking wet cunt.
Holy fuck.
She was humping my thigh. Harley Jameson was fuckin’ my leg faster and faster, and I swear to God I could have come from that alone. My cock stood straight at attention.
Waiting.
Hurting.
Throbbing.
Against my gym shorts.
I swallowed hard, not moving a goddamn muscle. Not wanting to wake her up. Feeling like I had just won the golden fuckin’ ticket to my biggest fantasy.
She fisted the sheets.
Starting to moan.
Quiver.
Her chest rose and fell.
Her face got flushed.
Her intoxicating scent only grew stronger and stronger.
This was a curse and a blessing all at the same time because all I wanted to do was make her come...
By my hand.
My mouth.
My cock.
Instead, I had to lay there and watch her get off by my leg.
What. The. Fuck?
“Uhhh ... feels sooooo good, Jackson ... sooooo good...”
Yeah, no shit, babe.
I bit my lip to the point of pain, hearing her say my name. My balls aching for my hand to just touch my dick.
This was worse than dying a slow, torturous death. You might as well have thrown me in a caged cell because that was what this felt like.
Her body shook, her chest seized, and her legs locked the hell up around me.
“I’m gonna come...”
Yeah, me too.
And holy shit, did she blow.
Erupt.
Fuckin’ explode.
Warm come coated all the way down my leg.
I didn’t say a word. I don’t even think I was breathing. I didn’t even touch her, but fuck me...
It still felt like I made love to her.
She rode out her ecstasy for what felt like a lifetime, and I think I may have come in my shorts with her. I had sex before, except nothing ever came close to what I had just experienced with her.