Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Zara opens the door and greets me in a form-fitting dress, heels, and her hair in a sleek ponytail. I can’t even lie, when I’m alone at night and missing her, I look her up on the web. I’ve seen pictures of her in just about every outfit, but they pale in comparison to the live version. I don’t hide the fact that she’s turning me on when I have to adjust myself. I lean against the door jamb and stare as hard as I can at every curve, from her neck down to her toned calves.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I tell her.
She steps forward, angling herself, so all I have to do is look down to see the perfect valley of her breasts. “About what?” she asks, her voice dripping with honey.
“About takin' you out with my friends. I think we should stay in and lock ourselves in my room.”
“And turn the music up really loud?”
My head moves up and down rather slowly. “Or I’ll have my mother take the girls to her house so I can fuck you all over this one.”
“Levi. . .” her breath catches as her eyes flutter. “Don’t tease.”
“I’m not.” Sexual deprivation is an illness. I have it. So does Zara. Since the girls have been here, we’ve had to sneak around: the laundry room, sauna, and outside on my deck when the girls were asleep. I’m not complaining, but quickie sex is just that. . . quick. I want to lay her out and worship her body. I want to taste every inch of her creamy skin and feel her writhing under me. None of that can be accomplished when you’re already in the ‘hurry up and finish’ mode.
My hand rests on her hip as I pull her to me until her lips are pressed against mine. My tongue trails along her lower lip until she opens for me, giving me exactly what I’m seeking. She moans and cups my ass until my erection is pushing into her.
“If we don’t stop, I’m takin' you right here.” The words are rushed as I trail a path down her neck. Every moan spurs me on. She needs this as much as I do.
“We have plans,” she says breathlessly.
“Everyone will know you’re my girlfriend because I’m not letting you go all night.” I remind her of what we’re about to do.
“Thank God,” she says, but I can’t tell if it’s because of what I said or the fact that I’m groping her tits. Either way, I find it hard to stop what I’m doing, especially since she’s grinding against me. “Levi. . .” She says my name in a way that has me ready to pull down my zipper and let myself free, but she’s pushing me away. Zara is taking a step back. Her chest is heaving, and her lust-filled orbs are telling me everything I need to know. We’re treading on dangerous ground tonight, and it’s going to be a race to the finish line. “The door is open, and I don’t want the girls to see us like that.”
She’s right. I nod and take another step back so I can start thinking about granny panties, manure, and any other thing that doesn’t associate with the hot rocker babe standing a few feet away from me. Zara stands in front of the full-length mirror and runs her hands down the front of her dress and over her ponytail. My hand didn’t even get a chance to wrap around the silky strands of hair, but I plan to tonight.
“I’m ready,” she says, giving me a curt nod.
I take her hand and lead us down the hallway. Willow jumps when she sees us and proudly proclaims that we’re getting a dog. Zara looks at me wide-eyed.
“I didn’t say yes, Willow.”
Zara chuckles beside me, knowing all too well that I’m going to cave. Every man who owns acres of land needs a dog, and apparently, so do his girls.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Memaw will be here shortly.” I kiss both of the girls and watch with apt attention as Willow says goodbye to Zara.
“You look really nice, Zara,” Stormy adds. “It’s nice to see you back to Zara Phillips.”
I gather the comment is meant to compliment Zara and not insult her. I suppose Stormy is used to seeing her differently since she’s a fan.
“Thanks, Stormy.”
Once I have Zara in the truck, which proved to be rather difficult because of her dress, it’s only a matter of minutes before we’re pulling into Buck’s neighborhood. Cars line the street, making me a bit nervous about showing up. It’s a hard line to draw when you become someone that people seek, and you still want to hang with your friends. It’s not like I can put demands on him and Lori, or any of my other friends.