Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Even as I got out and dried off, my mind was still swirling with thoughts, but they were all racing back to Londyn. I threw on some fresh boxers and got into bed, quickly tossing my comforter over to the opposite side of the bed. I settled my head against the pillow, and I’d barely closed my eyes when she came crashing through my thoughts.
How beautiful she looked.
The sparkle in her eyes when she smiled.
The way each and every one of her curves were accentuated by the thin, black fabric of her sweater.
Damn.
I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. I needed to get her out of my system, and I needed to do it fast. Hoping it would knock the edge off, I reached into my boxers and took my throbbing dick in my hand, gripping my fingers tightly around my pulsing shaft.
I needed to feel the bite as I started to move my hand up and down my thick cock. I envisioned her in my bed next to me, my hand trailing across her perfect, round breast. I could almost feel her soft, smooth skin against my fingertips as I imagined reaching for her pert nipple, twisting it gently between the tips of my fingers.
My breath quickened as I thought about her writhing against the soft cotton sheets as I touched her. Her little whimpers echoing through the room as I continued to tease her with my touch. With each vision, my hand moved faster, gripped tighter and every stroke brought me closer to the edge.
My dick pulsed in my hand when I imagined the expression on her face as I raked my tongue against her clit, tasting her, tormenting her until the moment when her orgasm surged through her body only to continue teasing, licking and sucking until her back arched off of the bed.
Fuck.
I stroked harder, faster, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t come.
I was becoming more and more frustrated by the second, so I grabbed my phone from the side of the bed and pulled up an old picture of Londyn. Looking at those gorgeous eyes did something to me, and I finally felt like I was getting somewhere when my phone started ringing and Candace’s name flashed across my screen.
She never called me, especially at this hour, so I quickly removed my hand from my boxer and answered, “Yeah?”
“Hey... um... Is this a bad time?”
“Not the greatest.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll call back later.”
I could tell by the sound of her voice that something was wrong, so I told her, “No, no. it’s fine. What’s going on?”
“I need some advice.”
I took a deep breath, hoping to clear my mind of any lingering thoughts. "Okay, what’s on your mind?”
"Well, I’m kind of in a tight spot," she said, her voice shaking slightly. “I think I might be pregnant.”
Her news took me by surprise. Candace might’ve been a hang around and made a habit of being with various men, but she was a smart girl. She’d always been careful and knew what was what. It just wasn’t something I’d expect from her, so I asked, "Are you sure?"
"I took a test, and it came back positive," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Well, damn.”
“I know.” I could tell she was on the brink of tears when she said, “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“Alright, now. Enough of that. We’ll figure this thing out.” I’d always considered Candace a friend, but we weren’t exactly close, which led me to wonder why she thought I was the one to turn to about this. “Have you told any of the girls about this?”
"No way,” she scoffed. “I mean, I love ‘em. I really do, but they don’t know how to keep their mouths shut. Everyone would know, and I really don’t want that. Not until I know what’s really going on.”
“Understood. I’ll keep it quiet.”
“Thank you, Malcomb.” I could tell she was on the verge of crying when she asked, “What am I going to do? I can’t have a baby right now.”
"Look, you don't have to make any decisions right now. I’ll come by Monday morning, and we'll go see a doctor and figure out everything from there.”
“Okay. Thanks, Malcomb.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” I assured her. “Now, get some sleep, and I’ll see you in a couple of days.”
After a quick goodbye, she ended the call. It wasn’t exactly the distraction I was hoping for, but it was enough to get my mind off of Londyn—at least for the time being. I tossed my phone down on the bed beside me, and it wasn’t long until I finally put my long night behind me and I dozed off.
I spent the rest of the weekend trying to keep myself busy with various projects around the house. I mowed, caught up on some laundry, and washed my bike and truck—anything to keep my mind off of things I didn’t want to think about.