Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Ugh! I dunno. I’ll have to deal with it in the morning. Although right now, I feel like I will be up all night and for all the wrong reasons—the being sad and lonely kind of reasons. Even though the one person I wanna get to know better is only feet away, I may as well be back home in the States.
Home…
Just what the hell is it that my dad’s planning? I hope he’s not gone and done anything with the house. Mom would be furious if she knew he was using it for anything except living.
My mom died when I was little. I was just old enough to remember how bad it hurts, though. Before she died, she ensured my dad, and I had some security in the house—her house originally, a home that had been in her family for ages. The family home dad told me she wanted me to raise my own children in some day.
It’s the only real asset my dad owns. Half owns. I inherited my half when I turned eighteen, which was a shock but a sweet surprise. Even when she was gone, she left us both something to remember her by every time we were there.
Home…
With the Mark window feeling truly closed just as quickly as it opened, I feel like Mark was right. I’m gonna be up all night—just not in the way either of us meant it when he said it earlier.
After venturing as far as I dared through the lower part of the house before I got lost, I avoid the urge to go upstairs, seek Mark out, and ask him what I did wrong or what’s made him act so differently.
I settle for the familiar room I’ve slept in like a log. I lie on top of the covers, turning over every second with Mark on my mind, constantly feeling the hurt worse every time at the part when he walked away when my dad called.
It must be almost four a.m. when I can’t take another minute of not knowing. Something in me snaps, and I feel like I could just march upstairs, find Mark, and ask him what—
The sound of a door closing makes me gasp. Then another one. Somehow I know it’s Mark, and I’m up out of that bedroom without even bothering with a robe, just in my over-sized tee and panties I wear as pajamas.
Making for the nearest window at the rear of the house, I can see clearly. The whole backside of the house is a wall of windows, making the full moon and the harbour-side scenery look like living wallpaper.
I spot Mark easily. He’s headed down a narrow path toward someplace I know less about than the inside of his house. I can’t see him anymore from here so, without thinking how rude or intrusive I’m being, I scamper up the stairs, trying to keep my bearings inside the huge, dimly lit house until I find a room I know will give me the best vantage point.
I can tell at a glance this is his room by the scent of him, the sensation of him oozing from everything in the room. Lightly furnished with big and heavy-looking wooden furniture, there’s the trademark simple but elegant and insanely expensive vibe about everything.
Hell, even the moonlight straining through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows looks like a million dollars. I notice Mark has a brass telescope mounted on a tripod in a little bay window section. After poking myself in the eye with the eyepiece, I get a perfect view of him in seconds.
The little inlet the path leads to is like a mini beach with white sand and overhanging palms. The natural rock face on either side of the house gives it absolute privacy. A private beach! Wow! This place must be worth a fortune.
I feel a rush at trespassing in his room and the thrill of seeing him without him knowing, but when he slips out of his shorts and T-shirt, naked as a jaybird, I can’t help but stab a groan. The space between my legs becomes instantly wet as I watch his massive, muscular body and him, sporting an enormous erection in the moonlight that he’s running one of his hands over.
My breathing gets so fast, my heart thumping like a rabbit’s in my chest. The longer I stare, the hotter I feel down there. A kind of itch in my belly shifts down, blending with the heat and giving me a feeling I’ve never had before.
Jesus… Oh… Mark…
Before I know it, I’m rubbing myself through my panties, whimpering with an urgency that my little fingers won’t fill. I know what I need down there, and it looks like Mark’s about to get busy with himself.
I try telling myself to stop, to quit being so weird, and to go back to bed. I know I can’t. I’ve seen all of him now, and even when he disappears waist-deep into the water, I can still see his manhood's thick, swollen head shining in the moonlight.