Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“Your mom isn't here.”
“Right.” She sits up a little straighter and grabs another piece. “Fresh start from my parents. You might be picking up on that.” She takes a bite and a small moan comes from her, causing me to reach down and adjust my already hard cock under the table. “My mom says cheese is the devil. If that’s true I never want to be good.”
I watch her eat, unable to help myself. She’s so animated with everything she does. More food arrives, filling up the table. I’m not sure where she’s fitting all of this food. She’s a tiny little thing.
“Oh, we’re supposed to be talking about the wedding stuff.” She reaches into her bag hanging over the side of her chair, pulling out a notepad and pen. She leans in closer to me. “How are we going to pull off the bachelor and bachelorette party?” We aren't. I keep that to myself though. It’s better to be in the now. I have to see her, and this party planning thing ensures that she’ll meet up with me.
“Do you think Tinsley will want one?”
“Hmm.” She wiggles her nose while she thinks. She looks like a dark-haired fairy. “I don’t know, but I think we’re supposed to plan it anyway. Tin and I never got to do what others were doing.” She rolls her eyes. “Our parents are a little overbearing. Now we’re here and we can do what we want.” I need to make sure not to step on that. She is looking to spread her wings. My cock begs me to spread something else altogether.
“Plus I could check it off my list.” That breaks me from the dirty images I was having of her on this table with her legs spread and my head in between them. Feasting on her.
“List?” I push the plate of potato skins closer to her, knowing that food is the gateway I need to use to get her to spill details about herself.
“Sour cream.” She lets out a breathy sigh as she dips one of the potato skins into it.
“What kind of list?”
She takes a bite. Her eyes fall closed and she moans. She’s trying to kill me. A man at the next table looks over. I level him with a stare that has him turning back around quickly.
“Like a bucket list but not because I might kick the bucket. Just more things a girl should do once in her life. Before you have to get all married and sit on the boards of charities.” Her whole face scrunches. I think I made the same face a few weeks ago when someone talked about marriage.
“You do know you don’t have to do any of those things.” I’m not sure if it’s the whole idea of marriage that has her turned off, or what she thinks hers will be like. From what I’ve seen over the last week, she’s been excited for her best friend to get married.
“You don’t know my mother. My bucket list is shorter than her list of suitable men for me to marry.” Her eyes go round when a few plates are cleared from the center of the table and fresh ones put down. “You're going to have to roll me out of here.”
“I think I’ll just carry you out.”
She reaches over and gives my arm a squeeze. “I bet you could.” She pulls her hand away and I want to put it back, wanting her touch as much as I need my next breath. “Oh, crapper.” She grabs a napkin. “I’m so sorry. This is why you shouldn't eat with your fingers.” She wipes a small smudge of sour cream off me.
“It’s just a shirt.” She cocks her head to the side and gives me a sweet, soft smile that lights up her whole face. It also shows me how innocent she really is. Too young for the likes of me. “The list.” I circle back.
“It’s at home but I’m sure it’s boring to you.”
“Try me.”
She licks her bottom lip. She leans over a little again. “Well, with Tinsley getting married in a few days, I think I can scratch off make out with someone at the reception.”
“I’m sure you can.” With me. I’ll check that all the way the fuck off for her. I’ll be the only one she’s making out with. “What else?”
She shrugs. “A lot of random stuff, but the bachelorette party is on there. So are you going to help me or not?”
“I’ll help you. If you show me your list.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. James.” She snags a grape from the meat and cheese board. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” She pops it into her mouth. You’d think she won something. When really I am the one that is now holding all the cards.