Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Why not?”
“Because it’s not you that he’ll hit. It’ll be me,” Kyson replies.
“Oh…” Alaska says.
“Yeah.” Kyson looks back at me. “How long do you plan to stay here? It’s too far for runs.”
“You ran here?” Alaska asks, surprised.
“I did. We always run.”
“Maybe I should start running,” she muses. “Nah, fuck that. Too much effort.”
Kyson laughs at her response.
“Yeah, you should run, just not with us.” He winks at her before he looks back at me. “What do I do?”
I dish up the food and give a plate to each of them.
“About the wedding?” Alaska asks.
“You just want to fuck her again, at her wedding, of all places,” I say.
Kyson smirks, and I know it’s the truth.
“Oh Lord… I am so not going to that as your date, then,” Alaska adds.
“You wouldn’t be his date.” I growl.
“I can find you someone, if that’s what you want,” Alaska offers.
“Nope,” Kyson says, shoving his mouth full of food. “I’ll find my own date to make her jealous. Then I’ll fuck her in her wedding dress so she remembers me forever.” He winks at Alaska.
I shake my head as I eat my food.
Alaska stands and turns to me. “I need help picking an outfit,” she says.
I stand tall, ignoring my food as I study her. “What for?” I question.
“A new job. I need to find work, and I applied for a few jobs and got an interview.”
“I’m sure you can go back to the bar,” Kyson interjects.
“Nope, never want to go back there again.” She turns toward her room and peers over her shoulder. “Are you coming, or am I getting naked by myself?”
“Kyson, get the fuck out and lock the door as you leave,” I bark out. I wipe my hands on my basketball shorts and follow her into the bedroom.
Alaska pulls up her shirt, leaving her standing there gloriously naked.
I hear the front door close as she lays back on the bed.
“I hope you don’t mind my little fib. I mean I do need help picking an outfit but right now I’m ready for you to play again, but with your hands, Zuko. No knife or bag. Do you understand?”
I nod my head as I make my way to the shower.
I hear her voice follow me, calling, “Where are you going?”
After stripping off my clothes I move straight under the spray. Quickly washing my body, I turn to see her leaning against the counter, naked and smiling.
“I was sweaty, and I can’t contaminate you. You are simply too stunning for that.” She blushes, and it makes my cock hard. She notices, her eyes falling to my erection.
I turn the water off and step out. Securing a towel around my waist, I cup her chin in my hand and ask, “Are you sure?” I don’t want her to be nervous or have any regrets about our sex life.
“You’ll stop when I say stop?” she questions.
“Of course I will,” I whisper, leaning in and kissing her lips. Kissing them once, twice, and a third time just to be sure. I pull back and smile.
“No knives,” she reiterates.
“Not until you ask.”
She huffs a laugh. “Yeah, that’s never going to happen.”
I don’t reply as we make our way back to the bedroom. She sits on the edge of the bed, and I stand between her legs. Lifting her chin with a finger, I gaze down at her.
“I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so much in my life.”
Her hand raises and wraps around my cock.
Gripping it tightly, she smirks. “How bad?” Her voice is like silk.
“Are you Sage or Alaska right now?” Because that voice is how she spoke to me on the phone.
“Which one do you prefer?” she purrs.
“You. I want you.”
She gives my cock a squeeze.
“Both are me.” She leans forward, and her lips touch my cock. “Sage wants you to let her taste. Alaska wants you to fuck her.” I growl as her mouth envelops me. She is stunning with her lips stretched wide around my cock. I’m careful not to slam her head down my length because she is still healing, and I have to be mindful of that.
Mindful of her.
Her mouth works me over perfectly, and she grabs my balls and rolls them in her hand.
Fuck.
How is she so perfect for me?
How did I get so lucky?
Pulling back, she wipes her mouth as I stare down at her. She peeks back at me, with her lavender hair in a messy bun on top of her head.
I step back so she can’t reach me again. “All in due time, Trouble. It’s best you lie down, so you don’t hurt yourself.” I smile.
Her eyes go wide for a second before she does as I ask.
Now it’s time to play.
With my favorite toy to ever grace this earth.
Oh, what fun we will have.