Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
He moved inside of me slowly, taking care not to hurt me or make me uncomfortable. This is what I loved about this man. He was always so thoughtful. I knew he cherished me just by the way he touched me.
Soon he was buried deep inside me and my body rocked against his. The passion and love that was shared between us was like none other I had witnessed. I would be for this man whatever he needed and him for me. My nails dug into the skin of his back and his answering growl only made me dig deeper. He pumped into me over and over bringing me to an orgasm that had my whole body convulsing. I moaned loudly into his mouth and when he felt me open completely he drove harder, saying my name as he collapsed on top of me.
Completely sated and never more comfortable, I laid lifeless on the bed as Luke dressed me, then carried me into the living room and laid down on the couch with me on top of him.
“Comfortable?” he asked. I slid my body in front of his and he flipped on his side and pulled my back to his chest. I laid my head on his arm and snuggled into him, giving him absolutely no room; he didn’t seem to mind.
“What you want to watch?” he asked placing a kiss on the side of my head.
“A comedy,” I said yawning.
“Still tired?”
“Uh-huh,” my eyelids becoming heavy. I waited for a smart-ass remark that never came. Luke pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over us. He slid his hand under my shirt and splayed it on my stomach like he had done so many times before. I found a little more room between us and pushed closer. He chuckled in my ear. I closed my eyes and although I was tired I couldn’t sleep. I listened throughout the movie as Luke’s breathing slowed and within an hour he was sleeping soundly.
I finished the movie, wide awake and even watched the credits. I was becoming restless. I didn’t want to do anything, but I was tired of just laying here and my eyes were beginning to hurt from watching the T.V. at a side angle.
I slid from the couch, careful not to disturb Luke, and wondered into the kitchen. The cold popcorn was still on the bar. I grabbed the jug of milk out of the refrigerator and headed down the hall to the Harley Room. The large bike was centered in the room as always and I walked around surveying everything about it. Just like a child on a toy isle at Wal-Mart, the urge to climb on it was just too much. I sat the milk down on the tool box and slid on the seat, praying it wouldn’t turn over.
Before long, noises that resembled a sport bike, definitely not a Harley, were coming from my mouth. My mind took a trip back in time when I was a child and my cousin Mikey and I would race imaginary cars under my grandmother’s carport. I wondered where Mikey was now. I should definitely give him a call.
I decided I had played enough and slid off the motorcycle grabbing my jug of milk and taking a huge gulp. I leaned up against the tool box, thoughts of Luke fucking me on this motorcycle, wearing nothing but his vest, running through my head. I felt something move and noticed the tool box had wheels on it. Curious, I looked down and saw a seam in the floor that wasn’t visible until the box moved. I couldn’t help it. I moved the tool box a few inches further and found a latch to what I guessed was a trap door. What if he had bodies down there? Or maybe he ran a sex slave operation. I bet it housed millions of dollars’ worth of cash and cocaine along with guns. I could see Mexican women dressed in nothing but lingerie wearing face masks while cutting the dope for him.
I knelt down running my hand back and forth across the latch. This was wrong. I shouldn’t do this. I was invading Luke’s privacy. I made a split decision that whatever was under there would go unknown to me as I quickly pulled the tool box back and grabbed my milk. I turned to get the hell out of there and ran right into Luke who was standing in the doorway.
His arms were stretched above his head and he was hanging onto the door frame looking like he was posing for the cover of GQ magazine. His face had that damn smirk on it and he was slightly amused. I was red with embarrassment. He had caught me snooping. Fuck, Dallas!