Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“My cum or my dick? Not that it matters. You can touch whatever the fuck you want.” I was gonna be hard again in record time.
“Cum,” she said softly as her cheeks flushed.
Then, she reached out and ran a finger over my stomach, swirling it around as if my fucking load was fascinating. Holy hell, I wasn’t sure how long I could just lie here and watch this.
She let out a small gasp when my cock hardened again.
I laughed, and her eyes swung up to meet mine.
“Shiloh, honey, you’re fucking playing with my cum. What did you expect?”
“But I read … I mean, I thought it took longer than that to… you know.”
I shook my head.
“Oh,” she breathed, then moved her attention back to my cock.
“Keep that up, and I’m gonna have you riding my dick next, baby. I’m trying to go slow, but you aren’t making that easy.”
She sat back and curled her legs up under her. My eyes went to her still-bare pussy.
“You need rest. This is too much strain on you. Let me get dressed, and I’ll go get you something to drink and eat.” She paused and looked back at my stomach. “I’ll, uh, get you something to clean that up.”
I smirked as she scrambled off the bed, giving me a perfect view of her naked ass. She bent over and slipped her panties back on, then grabbed her shorts. I wished she’d leave the fucking shorts off, but I didn’t say anything. Pushing her too fast could mess this up. I had to gauge where was too far with her. This wasn’t forever, and it wasn’t love.
Blaise had once said Shiloh and I were toxic together.
He wasn’t wrong. We had been. Even if she didn’t remember it.
Keeping a line there that we didn’t cross emotionally was the only way we could do this. It was the only way I knew we could survive it. Getting my own fucked up need for her and possessiveness under some form of control was the biggest issue.
She walked back into the room with a damp cloth, and I expected her to hand it to me, but she began to wipe me clean herself. Didn’t help my current state of arousal. A low groan came from my throat when she wrapped her cloth-covered hand around my dick and moved it up and down. Her eyes darted to mine when she finished and pulled my sweats back up.
“What can I get you from the kitchen?” she asked.
I could get down to the kitchen, but I wasn’t sure telling her that was the best idea. The more she realized I no longer needed a nurse, the more I risked the chance of her leaving. She was mine for two days to hopefully fuck out of my system. Get her out of my head and manage to function without violent urges when I thought about another man touching her.
“With your help, I can get down to the kitchen,” I told her. “Why don’t we order something and find a movie to watch downstairs?”
She held her hand out to me. “Okay.”
Apparently, she was going to help me sit up. I gave her my hand and let her think she was pulling me into a sitting position. It took longer with her help to stand, and not smiling at how fucking cute she was while concentrating was hard.
I was playing a dangerous game.
In the back of my mind, there was, What if you can’t fuck her out of your system? What then?
I didn’t have the answer to that.
Twenty-Three
Shiloh
“I want the cheeseburger, medium well, with provolone cheese and mushrooms,” I told Gage after looking at the menu he’d pulled up on his phone.
“That’s not how you like your cheeseburgers,” he said.
Frowning, I nodded my head. “Yes, it is.”
“No, baby, it isn’t. I’ve ordered you a cheeseburger more times than I can count. You were very specific about how you wanted them.”
This was about before me. So far, I had liked all the food he’d suggested. Perhaps I would like this too. “Fine. Order it the way I used to eat it, but I doubt I’ll like it as good.”
He smirked as he dialed the number. I listened to him order his food, waiting to hear how I used to like my cheeseburgers. “Cheeseburger, medium, siracha mayo, cheddar cheese, and skinny fries on the burger, not beside it.”
My jaw dropped. Was he serious?
He cut his eyes at me and winked. How was it that when this man winked, it made anything he said okay? My insides felt all gooey and soft.
When he was done, he dropped his phone beside him, then reached over and pulled me closer to him. I wanted to curl up in his lap and purr like a freaking kitten. This Gage was addictive. I wasn’t clingy or needy, but I could easily become that with him. Not a pleasant thought. That was not something I wanted to turn into.