Total pages in book: 238
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
His tongue dipped in and made my heart sink down to my toes. I whimpered.
“My little Em,” he breathed out, slipping a hand underneath me and palming my tit. “My little Em likes her little secrets. Little nerd by day who likes it a little hard at night.”
“Yeah,” I chanted. “Yes.”
My pussy tightened and constricted, and I pressed my hands into the soil, backing up into him, craving it.
My hair stuck to my back as I arched it, and all I could think about was all the time we’d lost in high school. Of how this was it, and I should’ve known it. I should’ve snuck out with him and done this with him every single chance we got, because there was nothing that I was protecting myself from that wasn’t already happening at home. I shouldn’t have let the fear stop me.
The orgasm started to build, and I cried out as he thrust his cock inside me again and again, fucking me on the dirt and every inch of my skin feeling all of this.
He grunted, and I could tell he was getting close. “Say it again,” he said.
“Come inside me,” I whimpered, feeling it coming. “Oh, God.”
“Again.”
“Come inside me, Will,” I begged. “Please.”
He bottomed out, and I exploded, the orgasm shaking my entire body as the world spun under me, and he thrust again and again, harder and harder, finally spilling inside of me as he squeezed my breast and moaned.
I cried out, every muscle burning. The orgasm wracked through me, my pussy squeezing around his cock, and he flipped over, collapsing onto the ground next to me.
“Fuck,” he panted.
I closed my eyes, lying my head down and unable to swallow because my mouth was so dry. I really hoped the snakes were confined to the garden and not here.
But I couldn’t muster a muscle to care.
Aydin probably watched us from somewhere, too. The guys could’ve come back early for whatever reason, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted a shower, and I wanted sleep, and I wanted both of them with Will.
But without another touch or kiss, he rose from the dirt and pulled up his soaked sweats, tying them closed.
I turned over and sat up, watching him as he walked over and retrieved my drenched clothes from the floor.
He tossed them to me. “Go piss,” he said. “And hurry up.”
I sat there, my eyes narrowing but my chin trembling a little. I clenched my jaw to stop it.
The eye of the storm…
I forced the lump down my throat. “That’s an old wives’ tale,” I told him, rising and starting to dress. “I’m on the shot, so don’t worry.”
Asshole.
Not that I was ready for any kids right now, anyway, but he wasn’t telling me that because he didn’t want them. He was telling me that because he didn’t want them with me.
It was just sex talk.
I swallowed through the needles in my throat, not looking up again until he’d walked out, leaving me in the wet dirt alone.
I rose to my feet and pulled on my glasses, cut-off pants, and T-shirt, and then I picked up my shoes and carried them through the quiet house and back up to my bedroom.
I secured the door, lost in my head as I showered and washed the dirt from my hair, still feeling him inside me.
I’d show him. I was strong, and I wouldn’t beg for anything.
I’d get out of here and live and keep my damn chin up.
The calm in the madness. The quiet in the chaos. The patience for my moment.
I dried my hair and wrapped the towel around me, heading into my dark bedroom and collapsing onto the bed.
I closed my eyes, hearing the rain outside and trying to concentrate on the next step of my escape plan.
A little more food, a hoodie, and I still needed some kind of tool from the shed. It would make a good weapon, too, if needed.
A draft hit me, and I rubbed my eyes with my fingers, so tired all of a sudden.
But I couldn’t go to sleep. Opening my eyes, I spotted a dark form looming at the side of my bed, and I sucked in a quick breath.
What the hell?
But before I could shoot up and away, she spoke.
“You let them watch while he ate you out last night?” she asked.
And then the lamp on the nightstand turned on, and I looked up at her, hair a little shorter than the last time I’d seen her and dressed like a cat burglar, complete with a black beanie on her head.
“Girl,” she cooed, smiling with approval. “I knew you had it in you.”
I stopped breathing, my eyes going wide. “Alex?”
She threw up her hands, striking a pose, and I popped up, grabbed her, and pulled her into a hug as we collapsed back to the bed.