Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
We haven’t talked about how I made her come that first time and all the other nights since then. She hasn’t left my bed, not that I’d let her, but I make her come every chance I get. I haven’t let her return the favor because I don’t want her to feel like she has too. Though I’d love nothing more than her mouth wrapped around my cock, I won’t let her. Not until I’m sure she knows she doesn’t have to do it.
The fact that we haven’t talked about it is fucking with my head. I’m ready to declare my love from the rooftops, but I don’t think she’s there yet.
“Can I get you anything else, sir?” the beachside waiter asks. He’s wearing black board shorts and a bow tie. It’s an odd uniform, but I’m sure anything else would be sweltering.
“Yeah. I’ll take another Yuengling and another Dr. Pepper for the lady.”
“Thank you,” she says without looking up from her book.
“What are you reading?” I ask as soon as the waiter moves away from us.
“Do you really want to know?” she asks, looking up and over at me.
“Yes. What’s got you so enthralled over there.”
“Lust and Other Problems by Mallory Grier.”
“Wasn’t that a movie?” I ask, already knowing that it is.
“Yes, but it’s one of my favorites. I reread it all the time.”
“That was basically a porno,” I say, laughing as the waiter drops off the drinks. “Thanks.” I hand him a cash tip since the drinks are free since we are hotel guests.
“No, it’s not. It’s romance,” she says indignantly. “Porter and Jessica are the epitome of insta love.”
“What the hell is instalove?”
“It’s a whole subgenre of romance where the main characters fall in love in instantly. Instalove.”
“That sounds boring,” I say, goading her.
“It’s not. It’s pretty erotic.”
“Prove it.”
She clears her throat and begins to read a passage from the book. “He drives his cock into her cunt..” By the time she’s done, my cock is hard, and I’ve somehow moved closer to her.
“So?” she asks, her eyes zoning in on my cock. These swim trunks do nothing to hide my erection.
“Alright you win,” I concede.
“I always win, Ollie. Don’t forget that.”
“I won’t. You should narrate audio books. You’ll cause some accidents with that sultry voice, but fuck, you’ll make millions.”
“I’ve always wanted to do that, but we should get ready for dinner. I’m starving.”
Me too, baby. Me too.
Soon, I’ll have her forever. Nothing else will do.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
JANUARY
Over the course of this week we have met with one man which it was very apparent wasn’t the one once we figured out his birth date was entered into the system wrong, and he was just eighteen years old.
Now here we are at the house of Russell Fineman in Miami. “Can I get you both anything to drink?” he asks, showing us to some chairs.
“No, thank you,” we both say. Just then a pretty woman comes into the room and sits beside him, placing her hand in his.
“This is my wife, Julie.” Shoot. Now I don't want to do this. What if it is him and she doesn’t know he was a donor? Oliver, always perceptive, places his hand on mine and nods to me giving me the strength to continue. “So, what can we do for you?” I hate this part.
“Well, this is always awkward but here goes. I found out not so long ago that my mom conceived me by sperm donor. I am on a quest to find him. I have a limited number of clues and the major one is he enlisted on the final day he donated. I was wondering if it was possible it was you?” He looks at me stunned at first before he and his wife begin laughing.
“My dear you sure know how to stop a man's heart from beating,” he says, holding his chest. I hear Oliver grumble beside me, ‘You have no idea.’ “I am afraid not. Sorry to laugh but I thought this was something like a death or an inheritance. See I am on a quest of my own with a long-lost relative that may have struck oil and since I think I am the only living relative on my father’s side of the family, it should all come to me.” His wife sits beside him, her sixties hairstyle bobbing up and down with her nodding head, smiling at me.
“I see. So you didn’t donate your sperm twenty-three years ago?”
“No, I didn't. I’m sorry.” Nodding my head, I sit back and release a breath.
“That’s okay. Well, thank you so much for seeing me.” I stand and offer him my hand. He takes it before looking at me with a look of concern.
“I sincerely hope you find him, my dear. I hope he has a beautiful soul as you do.” I tear up a bit before nodding my head and Oliver and I walk out the door.