Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
As I sucked on her clit, I scissored my fingers inside her, stretching her slightly. She groaned, clutching my shoulder tightly. “Please don’t stop,” she hissed.
I didn’t intend to until I’d worked her in a frenzy and she collapsed in my arms. And that’s exactly what I did, pumping my fingers in and out of her. Tonguing her clit. Adding more intensity as she gasped and moaned. When her slim thighs trembled, I knew she was close. I stroked her most sensitive spot deep inside, working her clit mercilessly with my tongue.
“Oh, oh shit, oh, please…” Kylie babbled incoherently, and it was like music to my ears. I’d made her feel like this. I’d reduced her to this helpless state. Maybe it meant I wasn’t just a ghost with an empty soul. I still affected people. I made them happy. I even made them come.
Kylie cried out and her entire body froze, her hands clutching at me with an iron grip. She threw her head back and her arms and legs trembled like mad. I practically saw the electrifying current flowing through her body. Her inner walls clenched around my fingers in an almost painful way.
Then she released a huge breath of air and practically collapsed on top of me.
“It’s okay,” I murmured, gathering her in my arms. “I’ve got you.” It felt like every muscle had left her body. I scooted across the floor until I leaned against the wall with Kylie in my lap. Her head slumped on my shoulder and her arms rested limply at her sides.
My cock was very much aware there was a half-naked woman balanced on my thighs, but I ignored it. Instead, I stroked her hair and whispered soothing things. I wasn’t quite sure if my experiment had worked. Well, it had for Kylie. She sounded like she’d thoroughly enjoyed herself, and for that, I was glad. But it was only half of my aim. The other part of it was to feel something besides pain and dissociation from everyone else.
Had it worked?
Maybe. I certainly felt closer to Kylie than I had before. I’d felt pride in what I’d been able to do for her. It hadn’t felt like it did with my ex, however. But maybe that wasn’t a fair comparison. With Aubrey, I thought I’d found the woman I’d spend the rest of my life with. With Kylie, it was different—but somehow, not less than the other.
It was hard to wrap my head around, but overall, I’d felt something. Arousal, certainly. Pride in my abilities to make her feel good. And a playful sense of teasing I hadn’t felt in quite some time.
Actually, it’d been a bit like our bedtime stories. That made me grin. Kylie thought the answer to me becoming the man I used to be was to fake it until I made it. But what if the solution was a bit more crude than that? If more sexual stuff was the key to my recovery, who was I to argue?
The thought made me grin as I helped Kylie get dressed. She was still loose and limber and half out of it, so it was like dressing a doll.
On the walk back to Henderson, I wanted to take her hand, but we were still too close to the business building. If anyone else from my cohort saw me holding her hand, it wouldn’t be good for either of us. Not that I was much of a mentor, but maybe I’d do as Kylie suggested and put a little more effort into it.
As for Kylie, she remained in a daze until we walked past the chemistry building. Then she stopped in her tracks, staring at something along the side of the building near the dumpsters. “We need that,” she said.
I followed her gaze and my jaw dropped. “Really? It’s huge.”
Her eyes gleamed, and it was clear she’d recovered from the orgasm. “I know, but it’s perfect.”
“How on Earth would we get it back to the suite?”
She grinned. “I knew rooming with three men would come in handy someday.”
“I’d say it came in handy ten minutes ago,” I grumbled, but she ignored me as she called Mason and Jude. So I guess we were moving men now. It was a strange end to a strange day, but all in all…maybe it was exactly the kind of day I’d needed.
21
Jude
I was beginning to think Kylie had orchestrated this whole thing—getting “mistakenly” assigned to our suite and moving in—just so she’d get free manual labor.
Because right now, Parker, Mason, and I were working our asses off.
“A little more to the left,” Kylie said, from some distance away. “Yes, perfect. Now a bit to the right.”
Wait, what happened to it being perfect?
“Like that?” Parker asked.
“Yes. Is there enough room behind it?” Kylie bounced over to check. Bounced really was the only way to describe it. She was about as chipper as I’d ever seen her, as opposed to the three of us who were disgruntled and sweaty. She stood in the tiny kitchenette and squealed. “That’s perfect! Only can you move it a little forward?”