Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 107498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I rock into her with steady thrusts.
Her hips buck in time with mine.
She groans as she pushes me deeper.
As her wrists strain against the restraints.
As I tug at her hair.
I stare back into her eyes until I can't take it anymore.
My lids press together.
And my lips find hers.
I kiss her as I drive into her.
We stay locked like that until she's groaning against my lips, her cunt pulsing around my cock.
Fuck.
It pushes me over the edge.
With my next thrust, I come.
Pleasure spreads through my torso.
I rock through my orgasm, spilling inside her.
Fuck, the satisfaction goes all the way to my bones.
Her body is mine.
And mine is hers.
And it really is fucking perfect.
I stay inside her until I'm going soft. Then I undo her restraints and pull her body against mine.
She drags her fingers over my chest, tracing the lines of my ink. "That was—"
"Yeah."
"You..." She looks up at me. "Just thanks. For the toy. And for... for everything."
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Kaylee
I get lost in my routine. Breakfast with Emma. School. Homework. Watching movies with Brendon on the couch. Writing. Reading. Bed—sometimes his, sometimes mine, sometimes without much sleeping involved.
Long weekend mornings with him. Work. Shower. Crashing in his bed.
Stopping by the shop after school so I can see him before he gets home.
Even though it means if you're going to hang out, help out stares from Ryan.
And attagirl winks from Dean.
Okay, I kind of like the attagirl winks.
It's Thursday, the night of the concert, the night before I leave for New Jersey, and the shop is about to close. I'm already in my I'm totally a rocker chick denim skirt, converse, artfully torn up (by Emma) band t-shirt combination. I'm even wearing heavy makeup.
And I'm sitting behind the counter, watching Brendon work on a sleeve. The tattoo is meant to look like a robot arm, like skin stretched over metal. It's intricate and grueling, and the guy in the chair is gritting his teeth, refusing a break.
God, Brendon looks so handsome with that stern yet caring expression.
"Kinky Kaylee." Dean taps the front desk. He nods to the laptop—my laptop—sitting in front of me. "What are you writing there?"
Em calls me Kinky Kaylee. Sometimes. Why is Dean? Oh. "Did Em—"
He nods. "She came up to me all giggly. Asked if I'd been seeing anyone lately."
"I can explain."
"Nah. Don't. Apparently, I'm the reason you're walking around with that satisfied look on your face."
My cheeks flush.
"I must be quite the fuck."
"You have no idea."
"I'd like to."
I shake my head.
He pushes himself onto the counter. Turns so he's facing the same direction I am. "How long have you been staring at him?"
"I wouldn't call it staring."
"I've been watching. It's staring."
"It's loving appreciation."
"Of his ass."
"Well." I motion to said ass—Brendon is standing to grab something off a shelf. His customer is finally taking a break. "Look at it." It really is a thing of beauty.
"I've seen it."
"Try seeing it without the clothes."
"Been there, done that."
I clear my throat.
"You don't want to know."
"Actually, I do."
He shakes his head. "Nah, Kinky K. It's too kinky even for you."
"Then wouldn't that make me un-kinky K? Vanilla K?"
"Special K?"
I stick my tongue out. "Say it again and I'll—"
"Sic your boyfriend on me?"
Boyfriend. That's a nice word. It makes me warm everywhere. Brendon as my boyfriend. He basically is my boyfriend. Except for the matter of this being a secret from my best friend slash his sister.
And all of my family.
My mom will flip when she finds out.
Okay. The warmth is receding.
"Why have you seen Brendon's ass?" I ask. "Don't tell me you two—"
"Threesome."
"What?" I turn so I can examine Dean's expression. It's earnest. Well, not exactly. But he's not lying. Probably. He's hard to read what with his penchant for fucking with people. "You and Brendon had a threesome?"
"Forever ago."
"Oh."
"It was a nice ass."
"Don't even."
"This guy bothering you?" Walker moves behind the counter. Motions to the appointment book to my left. "You mind if I do some actual business?"
"Who died and made you Ryan?" Dean asks.
Walker looks from Dean to me. "You and Dean, huh? Pretty crazy, how Em seems to think he's blowing your mind."
"Crazy," I agree.
"Must be some book you're working on," Walker says. "To be as kinky as—" He nods to Brendon, now back in the chair, working on the sleeve. "Dean."
"Is this a lecture?" I gather my hair on my right shoulder. "Because I'm not sure I can take a lecture about not lying or about sex or about anything, really from either of you."
"Really, Kay? I can't lecture you about not swimming after getting fresh ink?" Dean chuckles. "That's a good way to get a wicked infection."
"I don't have any ink," I say.
"Yet. With you and Brendon all kissy face, I give it..." Dean scrunches his brow. "Two weeks."
"A hundred bucks says it's longer," Walker offers.
"Can I get in on this?" I ask