Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I wish she was looking at us as a couple, not just me alone. I wish she had asked the question assuming whatever we were going to do, we’d be doing it together.
“Paddleboarding sounds fun,” Banner says, staring at Sonya.
I know I really need to calm down when I feel the flicker of jealousy move through me, a nasty hint of it as if telling me Banner has no right to look at any other woman, ever, just me.
But, of course, Banner isn’t attracted to Sonya. They’re just talking.
“What about you, Brooke?” Dad asks.
I should tell him I want to come to the party or relax in my room… I should tell him anything other than that I want to do the same thing as Banner because it means getting close to him.
It means there’s more chance of physical contact.
“I was thinking of paddleboarding too,” I mutter, feeling Banner stiffen up beside me as though tension is gripping his muscles and making them even tauter, even fiercer.
“Well…” Dad grins. “At least you know you’ll have somebody to rescue you if you fall in, right?”
I laugh, probably way too hard, wondering if dad can sense something’s off. I never erupt in laughter like this, at least not at relatively tame jokes.
It’s the same way I snapped at Mila back in her room, all my calibrations out of whack, everything feeling like it requires thought, even if it was second nature just a couple of days ago.
“I’m going to lie down for a little while,” Sonya says.
“I think I’ll join you,” Dad replies. “See you two later. Or if we don’t, see you tomorrow, and enjoy paddle boarding.”
“Enjoy the party,” Banner and I say at the same time, then instinctively exchange a glance.
His eyes glint, his jaw still tight, leaving me to wonder what he thinks about my virginity.
“I guess I’ll see you in a while, then?” I murmur, finding it difficult to return his gaze.
“Brooke,” he breathes my name huskily, making it mean so much more. “I…Do you have any suntan lotion? I forgot mine.”
My body starts shivering in a good way again as I understand what game he’s playing. Nobody’s close enough to hear us, but he’s building a story.
He’s staring at me hard, willing me to go along with it.
“Yes,” I say, lips dry. “I can get it for you.”
“I don’t want to treat you like my servant,” he grins, but there’s an edge to it. “I’ll come and get it.”
“Okay.”
We head toward my room, keeping space between us, but the potential to collapse together is always there.
It’s screaming at me to give into it, fall against him, and press my nails against his solid arms.
At my door, he peers inside, raising his voice. “Is your bed broken?”
My cheeks glow so warmly, my core the same, the passion bursting through me. There’s no way of knowing if the people in the adjacent rooms can hear us, but I get his point.
Glancing back, I look at my bed – not even a little bit broken – then back at him. “Yeah, but it’s no big deal.”
“No big deal? The frame is all uneven. I can take a quick look if you want.”
I nod, skin getting warm again, my panties rubbing against my core.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“No,” he says huskily. “It’s not a problem.”
I wave him inside, shutting the door behind him.
He springs at me right away, pulling me into his arms, his hands on my ass as he drives his solid manhood against my belly.
Leaning down, he growls in my ear, his breath hot, tickling, teasing.
“Never apologize for being a virgin. Not to me. It means when I claim you, I’m really claiming it. It’s only going to be mine. Your sweet fucking pussy.”
I focus on his words as he slides his hand down to my shorts, grabbing the button and undoing it roughly.
“Banner,” I whisper, struggling to keep my voice low. “We can’t…not here….”
“Not your first time,” he grunts. “But I need to feel you, taste you. Bend over on the bed. Stick your ass out. I’ll die if I don’t taste you. I’ll end up giving myself away.”
The way he says it, I honestly believe him.
I honestly think he’ll crumple into a heap if I don’t do as he commands.
Or maybe that’s a way for me to push the guilt away, to tell myself it’s not that bad since he’s the one leading me.
Whatever it is, I walk quietly across the room, climbing onto the bed and wincing as the mattress makes a whining sound.
The curtains are closed, and the balcony door is the same, but it still doesn’t mean this is safe. It still doesn’t mean we should be doing this or even thinking about doing it.
“Feel how badly my cock needs you,” he growls, his voice lower but shivering like it’s an effort to keep it at that volume.