Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Stephanie’s were lush and soft and perfectly fit to my hands—
“Fuck,” I mutter as my hands fall away from her body and I squeeze my eyes shut.
Just need to concentrate on what this woman, this anonymous fuck, is doing to me. I hear my zipper come down, and then she’s shoving a hand awkwardly into my underwear, one of her long nails scratching my dick, which isn’t getting any harder.
“Oops,” she giggles. “Sorry about that. Let me kiss it and make it feel better.”
Her hand strokes me a few times, and I keep my eyes closed. I imagine it’s Stephanie’s hand on me. She was always so assured, sometimes a little rough with me, which I liked.
My cock starts to thicken, thinking of Stephanie stroking me with a tight fist and whispering dirty words to me. God, she fucking could talk as dirty as I could and I loved it.
I get harder.
Hard enough I could fuck Avery and get off pretty easily.
But just as she starts to push my jeans down, another image of Stephanie pops into my mind, and this time it has nothing to do with sex.
It’s the way I imagined her face looked when I told her she’d fuck up our kid.
I’d fucking destroyed her with those words and hurt the woman I’m pretty sure I was head-over-heels in love with. The guilt crushes me and I can’t breathe.
“I can’t,” I slur as I pull away from Avery’s grabby hands. I immediately tuck my dick back in and zip up, fumbling quickly with my belt.
“Wait,” she says as she stumbles toward me. “What’s wrong?”
I hold my hands up and take another step back. “I’m sorry. But I’ve got to go.”
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” Avery asks as she puts her hands on her hips and glares at me. Then she waves a hand down her body. “You’re not going to tap this? Are you gay or something?”
I make the mistake of snickering over that as I take another backward step toward her door, and she glares at me. “I’m really sorry. You’re gorgeous, really, but, well…I just can’t.”
“You asshole,” she screeches, and I actually prefer that sound to her giggle.
“Sorry,” I mutter again before bolting out her door and down the sidewalk. I pull my phone out as I walk toward the street, not even paying attention to her yelling at me from the door.
I access my Uber app and concentrate all my drunken efforts on getting a ride home.
Chapter 24
Stephanie
I dial Jules’s phone and put my own up to my ear as I walk toward my apartment building. It’s a beautiful day out and I decided to take a walk around downtown, finishing up at the grocery store, as I was craving some lemon spaghetti for dinner.
It appears lemons are my new craving and I can’t seem to get enough: lemonade, lemon candies, lemon cookies, lemon in my water, and tonight, lemon spaghetti.
“Hey,” she answers somewhat out of breath.
“Are you in the middle of something?” I ask her as I stop at an intersection and wait for the light to cross. It’s rush hour and traffic is heavy.
“No, just trying to wrestle three kids into the house for dinner,” she says, and then calls out, “Levy…do not put that in your mouth. You can have it after dinner.”
I laugh silently to myself, and wonder what trials and tribulations I’ll face as a mom.
“Sorry about that,” she says back into the phone. “So are you coming over tomorrow?”
“Yup,” I tell her as I watch the traffic light. “What time?”
“I’ll have the kids packed off by 8:30 A.M., so anytime after that,” she replies. “I’m so excited.”
I am too. I’ve ordered in a bunch of games and crafts for the kids to do at Sweetbrier next week. Jules and I are going to have a play date tomorrow morning to go through everything and rough out a more structured agenda for the field trip. I don’t mind going to her house, as the Cold Fury are leaving today to travel to New Jersey for game three of the eastern conference finals. The Cold Fury took games one and two at home, and are looking stronger than ever.
Lucas is playing his best hockey in my opinion, and it’s like he’s got super amazing focus or something. This makes me happy for him, and a little sad for me, since he’s clearly not being weighed down with thoughts of me or the baby. Still, I refuse to think about it too much and I absolutely don’t talk about it with Jules, since she confided that she reamed Lucas’s ass for what he said to me.
I see the cross-traffic’s light turn yellow and know that I’ll be clear to cross soon. I hitch my grocery bag up on my shoulder and take a step closer to the curb. “Okay, I’ll be there tomorrow. I’ll bring some lemon tarts to eat for breakfast.”