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)
“OH,” she cried out, and her hands went back to my head. “That feels so good.”
My cock swelled in my pants, to the point that it was painful. I reached down and unzipped my jeans and freed myself. I wrapped my fingers around my rigid dick as pre-cum leaked from the top. Using it to lubricate, I slowly began to pump it in my hand as I continued eating her hot little cunt.
“Please,” she moaned. “Gage, AH!” I pumped harder, listening to her cries.
“Oh! Oh! That’s—oh! Gage.”
“Ride my face,” I told her as I stuck my tongue inside her.
“Oh God,” she moaned and began rocking her hips. “That’s so good.”
I flattened my tongue and let her rub her clit against it as she grabbed my head, holding me there. My hand jerked my dick in hard, fast pumps. Every moan and cry of pleasure sent me closer and closer to my own release.
“GAGE!” she cried out, lifting her hips off the table and shoving my face against her pussy as she trembled.
I groaned as my cum erupted.
Her hands fell away, but I kept my face pressed against her hot pussy as I continued to spurt out more than I ever had before.
Nine
Shiloh
Present Day
Waking up early was something that only new me did—or at least, that was one of the few things I’d learned from Isaac before I broke things off with him. I liked being up to watch the sunrise and watch the day awaken. People getting out to go to work, walking their dogs, running, just being alive. I took another sip of my coffee while I sat in my window seat that Wilder had made and given to me on my birthday last year.
My gaze went to my wrist and the purple-and-blue bruise that had come from Gage’s tight grip yesterday. Luckily, it was winter, and most days, that meant I needed long sleeves in Florida. I didn’t want Uncle Neil or Wilder to see the bruise. It would fade away, although I doubted the memory from the day I’d spent being hated would leave me.
I wished there were someone not associated with Gage who knew what I’d done to him. It bothered me. I’d apologized to him for it, but whatever it was went far deeper than an I’m sorry could fix. I was truly sorry though. The things I was learning about former me weren’t any better here than they had been in Boston.
My cell phone rang, which wasn’t normal this time of day. Uncle Neil must have thought of something I needed to do in the office today. He’d left me a list, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t add to it. I stood up and walked over to the kitchen counter to get my phone. His name lit up the screen. My life was predictable.
“Good morning, Uncle Neil,” I replied, happy to do whatever he needed me to.
“Good morning,” he replied, although his tone sounded more like an apology. “I’ve been to visit the patient today, and we seem to have encountered an issue.”
That didn’t sound good. My grip on the phone tightened, and I sat down slowly on the barstool. “What is it?”
“Gage is refusing my help. He demanded that you return,” Uncle Neil replied. “I’m aware you don’t want to be there, but as we spoke about before, these aren’t people you refuse.”
This didn’t make sense.
“He wanted me gone. You were looking for a replacement,” I pointed out.
“Yes,” Uncle Neil sighed. “I said the same thing. He isn’t being cooperative, and frankly, I’m not thrilled about you going back there. However, it is safer for you to obey him and go than to refuse to go.”
“But I told you, he didn’t even want me touching him. I can’t help him or take care of him if he’s unwilling to allow me to.”
This was crazy. I didn’t want to go back there.
“He said he would be easier to deal with,” my uncle replied.
I let out a laugh. “What is wrong with this man?”
I heard my uncle sigh again. “The thought that you two have some sort of past is bothersome. Not just because of who he is. You left here when you were barely nineteen years old. Whatever happened, it had to have been when you were a teenager.”
And Gage hadn’t been. Frowning, I tried to think of what I could have done to make him so angry. I had been nineteen, and he would have been twenty-four. That seemed strange that he was the one who hated me. The only scenarios I could think of would be the other way around. The man was beautiful. I had no doubt that my teenage self could have been attracted to him. Was it a fatal attraction thing? Had I stalked him and maybe ruined a relationship for him or something?