Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I close my eyes as his fingertips brush my bottom lip.
“Have you ever dreamed about lips? I’ve dreamed about these.”
I finally understand what flutters are because they’ve taken over every inch of my body. I’m a giant flutter party. My fingers twitch with anticipation, my lips tingle with need, my heart beats with longing, and my vagina throbs with desire.
My dignity is a forgotten memory as Cain kisses along my collarbone until his lips find mine. His roaming hands move down my body until they flirt with the elastic of my panties. Heat flares as his fingers dive in, parting my pussy lips and pressing against my clit.
He grips my underwear with his other hand. “You won’t be needing these,” he growls before tearing them from my body. His hands splay over my thighs. “Spread them.”
A perverse humiliation runs through me. The idea of sex while on my period is a barrier I’ve never been able to break. But I realize my belief is idiotic. Our periods are a means to foster life, but society paints a contrived narrative, labeling it as dirty. My eyes flutter shut as I focus on the blissful sensations and banish the societal shame.
Cain pulls out my tampon and dangles it in front of my face. “We won’t be needing this.”
He falls to his knees and latches his mouth to my center. “Fuck, I need this.”
I clasp the wall behind me, desperate for an anchor, so I don’t crumble to the floor under the passionate lashes of Cain’s tongue. “I’m sure you’ve had girls lining up for Blaze to eat them out.”
Cain bites my clit. “I’ve never done this to any other girl. I’ve never wanted to.”
I freeze at Cain's confession. The man is a bona fide rockstar who enjoys eating out a girl on her period. That’s not a needle in a haystack, it’s a needle in a damn cornfield.
I allow my body to relax, but the moment I turn my head, I see Lars unconscious on the floor. “Are you gonna just leave him there, or do you have some grand plan?” I ask, looking down at Cain as he pulls his head from between my legs.
His lips and cheeks are covered in blood. “Don’t worry, Tinkerbell, we’ll take care of him.” He rises and takes my hand, walking us to Lars. “I guess I can take care of you both at the same time.”
Cain goes to the kitchen and grabs a pair of scissors. He cuts Lars’ shirt from hem to collar and tears it off him to expose his chest. My eyes roam over the various tattoos adorning his body. My and Cain’s dates of birth, Cain’s old beaten-up guitar, lasagna, the chorus of “Disarm,” the old building where we all went to Nar-Anon meetings. His body is a tribute to his life and everything and everyone that means something to him. The most poignant tattoos are the dates his mother and Trevor died.
“You should see his back,” Cain says before gently turning Lars over to reveal the enormous portrait. My face at eighteen, tears flowing from my eyes as I walked away from a dock. Our dock.
Cain wraps his arms around me and whispers, “We never forgot you, Billie. You’re a part of us.” He nips at my earlobe and bends me forward so my head is directly over Lars’ hard cock.
19
Cain
I line my cock up with Billie’s slick entrance. “Remember when I told you I’d fucked other women?”
“Yes.” Billie sounds annoyed. “I don’t want to hear about your whores when you’re about to fuck me.”
A hiss escapes my lips as I thrust into her, wrapping myself in her warmth. “I lied before. I’ve never been with another woman. Nor has Lars.”
“What?” Billie moans.
“You’re the only woman, Billie. It’s always been you. I won’t lie, we tried. So many times. We thought if we fucked someone who looked like you, we’d get you out of our systems. But we couldn’t. I couldn’t even get it up. Me, of all people. Because they weren’t you, Billie.”
“Then why didn’t you come for me? If I hadn’t taken this assignment, you wouldn’t even be in this position.”
“How do you think you got the assignment, Billie?”
Billie’s head snaps back, but I ignore her. My movements speed up as if I’m racing to the finish line. I need her right here, fucking her as I tell her everything.
“The magazine tried to get an interview for years. You know we’ve never given one. Sure, reporters come to press meetings and ask a question here or there, but we never agreed to an exclusive. When I found out that Vinyl hired you, I called them. My only non-negotiable was that you were the reporter. Shit, I didn’t even ask them to keep our identity off the record. It was Kaye who did that.”