Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Well, at least I hoped it was overkill. Who wanted to think their family was capable of the things my family was?
It took most of the afternoon and, I was pretty sure, most of Riven’s first paycheck. When we were finished, Betsy called us in for dinner, and Riven didn’t argue about that either.
We went easier on him than we had at breakfast, not teasing him too much.
Betsy had made beef roast and potatoes, which we’d both grubbed the fuck out of. Riv and I insisted on doing the dishes again afterward, and then at about eight, we were heading back to his apartment, neither of us speaking.
This was when I expected him to tell me to go, that he was done with me because I’d slept in his bed last night and hadn’t left since.
Instead, the second we were inside, Riven closed the door behind us and said, “Take your clothes off.”
Okay, well, I wasn’t going to argue with that, but… “I’ve been sweating and working all day. You’re welcome to have my ass again, but you have to shower with me first.”
“I’m not showering with you,” Riven answered, making me roll my eyes.
“I’m determined to get you to lighten up.”
“Take your clothes off,” he said again, and I did. Riven sat in the kitchen chair, watching me the whole time, the bulge beneath his fly growing. When I was standing in front of him naked, he told me, “Go shower.”
“Bossy motherfucker.” But damn, I liked it.
He followed, and I thought he’d join me. Instead, he watched as I cleaned up, doing a fast job of washing my body to get myself ready for him. I loved that he would be musky and sweaty when he took me. Loved that I would smell sweat on his skin, and I wanted to taste every drop of it.
When I was finished, I walked over to Riven, water dripping on the floor, but I didn’t care. I shook the strands of hair out of my eyes, then leaned in, chasing his mouth with mine, knowing he wouldn’t let me capture it.
“Take off your clothes,” I ordered because two could play this game. His pupils blew wide. I waited for him to say no, but then he tugged his shirt over his head, hat falling to the floor when he did. His jeans came next, my eyes blazing a trail up his muscular body. “You’re so hot. I can’t believe I made myself think I hated you when you came back.” I stroked his cock, leaned in, and licked the sweat from his neck. “Mmm. Tastes good.”
Riven growled in response, wrestling me to his bed. He was a man on a mission, fervent in his desire for me. With slick fingers, he pushed one inside me, then two, fucking me with them, eyes wild and firmly on me. I was on my back, arching toward him, cock achy and throbbing, balls full with cum. “Fuck me,” I demanded, unable to wait for more.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
I did as he said, ass feeling empty without him inside me. Riven grabbed a condom, rolled it down his length, slicked himself up, then slammed into me in one fierce, urgent thrust.
“God yes.” My eyes rolled back, and I savored the burning and fullness of his cock possessing me. He took my ass, fast and furious, like he would die if he didn’t come, just like he’d done the night before.
This time, when I fell to the mattress, Riven went down beside me. “Don’t fall asleep.”
“I won’t. Yesterday was a long day, and it was late. Cut me some slack.” I rolled toward him, on my side, head in my hand while I looked down at him. “Where do you want to go?”
“Hmm?”
“You want to move. Where to?”
He shrugged. “Anywhere but here.”
“I’ve always been curious about the East Coast. I’ve never been, and I’d love to live on the water…any kind of water—ocean, lake, whatever.” I laid my hand on his chest, brushing my thumb back and forth over Riven’s pebbled nipple. “I used to have this dream of owning a construction company. I don’t give a shit about being rich. I just want to be comfortable and have something that’s mine. Do you have a dream, Riv?” He had to, didn’t he? It was human nature to want something, to want more.
He shook his head. “Nah, I don’t really think that way. Easier not to get let down if you don’t allow yourself to dream.”
I got it. This life was fucked up. Neither of us had been given much to feel hopeful about. I lost myself in it too, forgot my dream or thought I’d never have it. Still, I had one. “I’m gonna help you figure out yours.”
He turned his head in my direction, staring deep into my eyes, like they held the answers he was searching for. “Sounds nice…your dream. You always were different from the rest of us.”