Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“It was implied when we spent practically every night together.” The anger builds up in me, and she can tell from my tone that it’s coming.
“What I’m saying is, we were both maybe too scared to put a label on it.” She smiles at me. “But now, apparently, we are in a relationship.”
“You bet your ass we are,” I snap, making her laugh.
“So if I come home and find a woman on you.” I shake my head so much and so fast I’m shocked I didn’t give myself whiplash.
“Never going to happen,” I assure her. “I would never and will never do that to you again.”
“Okay,” she says, “now, going forward.”
“Yes.” I smile at her so big my cheeks hurt. “Let’s go forward.”
“If at any time we want to explore something with someone else.” The smile goes to a scowl, which makes her laugh. “We need to tell the other person.” My eyes go into slits. “Relax there.” She grabs her fork in her hand and points it at me. “I’m just putting it out there.”
“Whatever,” is the only thing that I come up with as she giggles, which shoots straight to my dick, who now wants in on the action.
She twirls some pasta on the fork and takes another bite. “This is really good.”
“Thank you,” I tell her, taking my own bite, telling my dick that it’s not the time for that. But as anyone with a dick knows, they don’t always listen.
The rest of the conversation is lighter as we talk about the shows she’s watched without me. After dinner, we clean up side by side. I stop a couple of times, leaning down and kissing her neck. I put my hands on her hips as she dries the dish in her hand, moving her head to the other side, giving me access to her neck. I move her hair to the side, leaning down and kissing her neck softly. She wiggles her ass into my cock, making me groan. “That’s not fair,” I whisper between kisses. “You know what your ass does to me.”
She puts the dish on the counter in front of her, then drops the towel and turns around. She wraps her arms around my neck, turning her head to the side and kissing my lips. “Do you know what we should do?” she asks as her tongue comes out and licks my lower lip. “I should sit my ass down on this counter.” My heart speeds up so fast as she slides her tongue into my mouth. “And then you should show me how much you missed me.” I close my eyes tight to stop myself from lifting her up and doing exactly that.
“You know what we should do?” I finally counter. “We should go in the living room, and we should catch up on 90 Day Fiancé.” Her hands fall from my neck, and she looks at me. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m trying to woo you.”
“You can woo me by giving me a couple of orgasms,” she huffs. The one thing Gabriella was not scared to ask for was sex. “We had sex the first night we met,” she reminds me. “I had sand in places one should not have sand.”
“You were the one who said, just slip it in a couple of times.” I laugh as I kiss her nose. “Besides, I want to do it the right way.”
“Ummm, this is the right way,” she moans, and I laugh at her, slipping my hand in hers and pulling her to the couch.
I sit down, leaning back, and she sits next to me, turning on the show. I don’t think I watch even ten minutes before I fall asleep, waking up lying on her couch with her beside me. She lies facing me with her head in my neck and her leg thrown over my hip. I blink a couple of times before I lift my arm to look at my watch, showing me it’s almost two thirty in the morning. I kiss her head, and she groans, “No.” She snuggles even closer. “You aren’t leaving.”
I laugh and look down at her as she continues to sleep. “At least go sleep in your bed,” I urge her, and she opens her eyes.
“Will you come with me?” she asks and I smile and kiss her lips. “Just to sleep, no funny business.”
“Okay,” I agree, even though I know I should just leave, but if I hadn’t woken up, I would have spent the night anyway. She gets off the couch and holds her hand out to me as we walk upstairs to her room.
“Do you want a change of clothes?” she asks. “I think I have shorts somewhere.”
“Should I ask why you have guys shorts here?” I look over at her as she throws me shorts that have the Dallas logo on them and I just laugh.