Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I fuck her slow and steady, drawing out my release as long as possible. Her hands roam my body, every touch igniting me over and over again.
Our tongues dance in a passionate kiss, as her pussy tightens around my cock. She moans into my mouth when she comes, digging her sharp nails into my skin.
Something about that bite of pain sets my own orgasm off. My balls tighten, and the tingling in my spine spreads through my veins. For a moment, I don’t know where my body ends, and hers begins.
I wish we could stay like this forever, but before I know it, we’re both coming down from our high.
The hot water beats on my back as I set Teagan down on her feet gently. Her legs shake, and her hands grip my arms like she’s scared of falling over. I keep my grip around her waist, holding her steady.
“Wow,” she breathes heavily. “That was… something.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “That it was.”
TEAGAN
There’s nothing like waking up in the morning after a hot night and realizing I’m alone.
What should I expect? A cuddle session? I should know better. Mason is not the kind of guy who stays in one place for very long. And he doesn’t strike me as a big cuddler, anyway.
Still… he could have left a note. Something to let me know where he will be and what I should do. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. It’s common courtesy when you think about it. I feel a little bit cheap and disregarded as I reach over and touch his pillow, finding it cool, like he got up a while ago. Either he’s deadly silent when he puts his mind to it or I was seriously out cold.
I guess after the night we had, it makes sense. My face warms, and I giggle softly before I can help myself.
But what happens now? That’s the question taking up most of my mental bandwidth as I get out of bed and wonder what I’m supposed to do. What does he want from me?
I’m not going to find out by hanging around the bedroom. He left his shirt hanging over the back of a chair near the bed, and I grab it, holding it to my nose to inhale his sexy, musky cologne. I wonder what he uses. Whatever it is, it has the power to curl my toes—I will always associate it with memories of him, us.
What a shame I couldn’t afford it. The idea makes me smirk at myself as I slide my arms through the sleeves. It would be nice to buy a little bottle to have as a memory, but I get the feeling anything he could afford would require me to donate at least one bodily organ. Maybe more.
The shirt looks more like a sail on me, so I roll up the sleeves until my hands aren’t covered anymore and head out of the room. He’s probably working. I’m surprised he takes time to sleep. Somebody really should look after him. And I want to, strangely enough. I mean, he’s taken care of Jase and me. Who takes care of him?
I’m still pondering that when footsteps ring out down the hall. I’m not exactly unaware of how cute I probably look wearing nothing but his shirt, which I only buttoned halfway up my chest. I turn in that direction, ready to surprise him.
But I’m the one who ends up surprised when I find Mason isn’t alone. He’s walking alongside yet another big, well-built man. Not nearly as huge as Tank but nobody I’d want to get into a fight with.
Where does he find these guys? Does he hang around the gym and wait for them to show up?
Mason stops short, blinking rapidly, while the man with him offers a tiny smile. I’m not smiling. I’m sizzling with humiliation as I grab the open part of the shirt and clutch it tightly closed. “I didn’t know anybody else was here. I’m sorry.”
Mason’s voice is a little strained when he gestures toward me with one hand. “Dallas, this is Teagan.”
I wish I could go back in time and stay in bed. “Did you ever have one of those dreams where you show up to school with only half your clothes on?”
Dallas—older, with a gray hair and fine lines that show up around his eyes when he smiles—laughs gently. “Now that you mention it, I have. Terrible dreams, aren’t they?”
“Especially when you find out it’s not a dream.”
“Not to worry. I was on my way out, anyway.” His lips twitch like he’s trying to hold back a smile before he heads for the front door, followed by Mason. They murmur their goodbyes before Dallas leaves, and Mason closes the door behind him.
I can hardly wait until it clicks shut before everything pours out. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t even know you were still in the apartment, much less—”