Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“So, snap,” he says, smiling coming over and sitting on the bed “Don’t think I’ve played this since I was nine at least,” he says smiling
“It was one of Grammy’s favorites,” I tell him, remembering all the times we played together
“Who always won?” I smile remembering her
“Grammy,” I tell him, and he smiles (god he has a great smile)
“Well, let’s see if you're just crap at snap or if Grammy was a master.” I laugh as he shuffles the cards, then deals handing me half of the cards smiling at me again and I blush looking down. “Ready,” he asks, placing the first card down on the bed
“SNAP” I yell, making him laugh
“I think Grammy may have cheated,” he says, and I smile as I place the next card down.
We play a few rounds, and I think he’s letting me win “You’re going easy on me” I say, and he smiles again
“I may be” he grins, and I laugh
“Well, that’s cheating so no more,” I tell him, narrowing my eyes and he chuckles
“If you say so, but I don’t want you hatin’ me for kickin’ your ass” I squint my eyes at him again
“Game on mister.”
We play most of the night me winning the last round as I yawn “Well, I think I’m going to head to bed” I tell him reaching for my shoes
“Stay,” he says, and I shake my head, I know he’s being nice, but I definitely know I’m not his type like Bliss said I’m fat
“I can’t.”
“Why?” he asks me moving closer to me
“Because I just can’t.”
“Please,” he says, his eyes telling me he really wants me to stay, but my heart or my head can’t get around my size
“I can’t.” I pull my shoes back on and stand up, but Blaze grabs my hand, and I look down at how big they are compared to mine
“Why can’t you?” I step back trying to give myself some room his touch and scent are doing stupid things to my body, and I don’t know if I can resist with him being so close
“Because look at you,” I tell him and he looks down at himself then back up at me
“What about me?” I roll my eyes (he can’t be serious)
“Um, because you’re that and I’m this” I motion to my body, and he looks me up and down and I swear it feels like he’s touching me with his hands. Goosebumps appear all over, and I feel a tingling down below, my nipples harder than they’ve ever been. He stands up pulling me to him, and my hands go to his stomach, and I can feel how hard it is, I’ve dreamt of doing this, feeling how hard his abs are. I mean I’ve seen him walk around with no shirt on, but to physically touch him is another thing
“Stay,” he whispers in my ear and my insides clench, but I shake my head
“I can’t.” He leans up, and I look up at his gorgeous lips, wondering how he tastes are they as soft as they look
“You can,” he tells me slowly turning me, and we fall to the bed. My lady parts on fire for this man as he runs his thumb over my nipple and my female parts start aching for more. “You're so fuckin’ beautiful Ella,” he tells me leaning down licking my neck, and I moan, he kisses a path up my neck to my lips, and he stops. “Tell me to stop baby, or I go all the way” everything in me wants to do this, but I’m still a stupid woman who has body issues and for a gorgeous man like him to see me naked is just too much
“Stop,” I whisper hating that I just said it and he moves off of me, my inner women screaming at me to strip naked and ride him hard. He looks down at me and holds out his hand, and I take it as he helps me up, and I pull my shirt down that road up covering my fat roll, and he walks me to the door opening it not saying a word, and I step out
“Night Ella,” he says closing the door my heart breaking a little
“Night Blaze” I whisper to the door and walk back to my room. As I lay down, I pull the pillow over my head and scream all of my frustrations out. It takes me hours to get to sleep, and by the time I do, the sun is slowly peeking in through the window.
Chapter Twenty-One
Blaze
Fuck, hearin’ her say stop was one of the hardest things, my dick so fuckin’ hard for her. Her smell lingered in my room for hours after she left and I had to rub one out just to get my dick to go down. I know it would have been easy to just go downstairs and grab one of the whores, but havin’ Ella in my room felt right, and I wasn’t gonna fuck that up with a whore. I remember a few years ago when one of the whores fucked with Colt and Niya’s relationship makin’ Niya take off leavin’ Colt a shell of a man, no I wasn’t gonna do that. Playin’ cards with Ella last night just solidified my conviction that she and I are meant to be together, and nothing was gonna ruin that and if anyone fuckin’ tried they’d find themselves at the end of my gun barrel.