Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“At first I thought it might have been for show, you two snogging, but you’re acting very much like a man who is getting well and truly laid every night and laid well, my friend.”
I cut him a warning look. I’d never been one to kiss and tell, anyway, but it was different with Allegra. No one was allowed to talk about her in that context. Not even Georgie, who I knew was harmless. “Shut it.”
He raised his palms defensively. “Oh, we are territorial, eh? Aye, I suppose I would be too if Allegra Howard was my wife.”
“McCulloch,” I bit out. “Allegra McCulloch. And, Georgie, we are together. We’re seeing how it goes. But you and I are not going to talk about my wife like that.”
His grin took up half his face. “I’ll be damned. Jared McCulloch finally fell.”
“Fuck off.”
“Look at you calling her ‘my wife.’ You like it. You fucking love calling her ‘my wife.’”
“I’m going to fucking love running the tractor over you if you don’t shut up.”
“Do you make her say ‘my husband’?” he continued.
“Fuck off, Georgie.” I started walking toward the crew.
“Where is your wife this morning?” he called after me.
“Telling your wife to divorce you for someone with a bigger dick!” I yelled back, making the men burst into surprised laughter.
“I’ll have you know my dick is perfectly in proportion to my glorious physique!”
I grinned as the men laughed harder. “Sorry about that, gents. How’s it looking here? Are we ready to roll?”
“It’s looking good.”
“And what about the other project?” I gestured toward the woods behind us.
“Aye.” Craig, the project manager, nodded. “Let’s head down there and go over the plans.”
Apparently, we couldn’t even watch a sex scene on a TV show without it turning us on. We made the mistake of watching a popular historical romance show. I was bored by it, but Allegra seemed into it, so we watched a few episodes after dinner. Then suddenly the TV show took a turn and there was a lot of sex. Like, a shit ton.
Next thing my wife looked at me with sharp desire in her expression and our clothes were coming off. I stretched out, back on the couch, while Allegra rode me. Watching her take what she needed was so fucking hot. Watching her shudder through an orgasm always made me come.
Afterward, she snuggled in my arms as we laid on the couch. The TV had long been switched off and a quiet silence existed between us as I trailed my fingertips down the silk of her naked back.
“I was thinking,” Allegra spoke softly, “that we should get a health check and if we’re good to go, we could stop using condoms. I’m on the pill.”
Last time I had sex without a condom was my first time. The thought of sliding bare into Allegra made my cock twitch. “Aye, that sounds like a plan.”
I felt her smile against my chest. “Okay. Let’s do that, then.”
We’d already talked about our day over dinner, so I was happy to just lie there in relaxed silence together, but Allegra had other thoughts on her mind.
“Has sex never really been more for you? More than just sex, I mean? It’s never been … I don’t know … romantic?”
I didn’t know why the question was important, but I didn’t mind answering honestly. “Until you, aye. It’s always just been for release. I was thirteen the first time and it was with a sixteen-year-old girl who lived in the same tenement. There was nothing romantic about it. Believe me. And we were lucky she didn’t get pregnant.”
“She was sixteen?” Allegra raised her head, expression horrified. “What was she doing having sex with a thirteen-year-old?”
I chuckled at her horror. “I looked older. Acted older. We all did, growing up in a place like that.” I stroked her soft cheek. “It was different for you than us. I’m glad for it. I know you grew up too fast, too, but not like that.”
Her eyes lowered and I felt her body tense against mine.
Worry coursed through me. “Allegra?” An unpleasant understanding dawned. “What … what age were you the first time you had sex?”
She sighed, the movement pushing her breasts into my chest. Finally, she looked at me. My gut knotted at the sadness I saw there. “I was fourteen.”
It might sound hypocritical considering I’d been a year younger, but I was shocked. I looked at kids now and realized how fucking young I was at thirteen. Just a child doing grown-up things no child should be doing. “Fourteen is young,” I offered gruffly, waiting for her to say more.
She lazily traced circles on my chest. “As soon as I got breasts, I started to notice that boys … and men”—her lip curled in disgust—“treated me differently. Boys at school. People who worked with my parents. They talked about how beautiful I was and how I was just like my mom. Looking me over, staring at my body in a way they shouldn’t.”