Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“One day, Eden, one day.” She shakes her head no. The girl does love her sleep. “Good night, baby girl.”
“Good night, Samuel.” She settles back in the middle of the bed with my arm holding her to me, my other taking care of the light, shrouding us in darkness. A yawn is the last thing I hear coming from her. My own eyes close, and I find sleep with what my parents once had together.
CHAPTER 12
Eden
“Finally. Eden Powers, if you ever go another week without calling me back, I’m going to fly to you and kick your ass.” I met Amelie in college. She’s from Louisiana, and we’ve been friends ever since. I stayed local. Paying out-of-state tuition was way more than I could afford. Plus, debt was not a good idea if it wasn’t necessary. Amelie’s situation was different, and moving away to Nevada helped spread her wings significantly.
“I know. I suck. I’m sorry. Promise it won’t happen again.” Samuel is currently working out in the pool house turned in-home gym, and the only reason I’m awake this early is because he was adamant about waking me with his head buried between my legs, licking, sucking, and biting at my clit until I came awake, flooding his mouth with my wetness. I returned the favor, my head over the edge of the bed in an upside-down manner, sucking on his length, cradling his balls in the palm of one hand as he took over the pace with the pistoning of his hips, and when he came, I swallowed his cum as his body trembled with his orgasm.
“It better not. Catch me up on everything. I see that just-fucked look written all over your face,” she says. We’re on FaceTime, a routine we usually stick to weekly, except I missed the last few weeks and resorted to texting or calling on my way to or from work.
“Okay, well, you’re about to get more than you bargained for, and this early in the morning, too.” Though, she’s ahead a couple of hours because of time zones, the root of all evil as to why we don’t get to talk longer like we’d both prefer.
“Then hurry up before the judge gets back in the house, duh!” Amelie takes a sip of her coffee; I turn around to grab my mug and do the same.
“Well, things have gotten serious. l mean, we’re the real deal. We both admitted our feelings to one another. Not the L-word, yet.” I make the quotes in the air when I talk about the four-letter word.
“Wow, I’m happy for you, so happy.”
“I can hear the but coming.” She snorts. I laugh because we both take it a different way, reverting to a teenage boys’ state of mind. It goes on for a few more minutes. Every time we try to talk again, the laughter bubbles out of one or the other.
“Okay, that’s out of the way, promise. How’s that going to work out with the other dude?” She wipes the tears from beneath her eyes. My cheeks hurt from smiling, and I take another sip of coffee to make me think of something else besides butts.
“You know Samuel and I have rules. It works for us, and when it doesn’t, we’ll talk. Plus, there’s no peen-etration for one thing. Mouths only, as long as it’s not on my mouth. Hands, yes. Rules are rules. They’ve yet to be broken, and it works for us. And let me tell you, girlfriend, there is nothing better than knowing the man who’s tunneling in and out of your body likes to give you more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before while keeping you safe.” Yes, I used peen like that. She gets me. We’re best friends for a reason. Amelie had her fair share of fun in her college days while I was more reserved. Now our roles are reversed.
“Good, as long as you have boundaries. There’s nothing wrong with what you’re doing. I’m happy for my favorit-ist person. Now, when are you coming to visit me?” The last time I was down in New Orleans, I learned my lesson with beignets as well as Sazerac, a local drink New Orleans is known for. Bitters and absinthe are no friend of mine, and adding those two combined on little to no food, dancing, having a great time with Amelie, was more fun than I bargained for. It wasn’t until we made it back to the hotel, each of us running for the bathroom and having to sleep on the cold tile floor when we weren’t hugging the porcelain throne, that we found our arch enemy, the one that stares back at you through the mirror, only having ourselves to blame.
“You could come to Nevada, you know. It’s been years,” I counter bargain.