Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
But there’s something sexy about the danger, and that’s why I don’t pull away. Still, I feel like I’m coming unglued from the pleasure that’s shooting through me, the same pleasure he made me feel last night, for the first time, ever. I’m frozen in time, unable to bring myself to move.
When I feel climax building, threatening to come tumbling down on me at any moment, Hunter withdraws his hand from my panties. He holds it in the air between us, glistening with my fluids, and he looks down at it appreciatively before saying in a low, husky voice, “This is going to be fun.”
And then he’s turning back around to join his father, who has finally finished his goodbye to my mom.
“Well,” Hunter says, still unbelievably cool under the circumstances. “Are you ready, Dad?”
George nods and claps his hand on Hunter’s back.
“Let’s go.” He raises a hand to me once more, smiling politely, and then they turn and make their way towards a silver Range Rover that’s parked not far from Mom’s car. After they zoom off, Gertrude turns to me with a bright smile on her face.
“Well?” Mom asks, turning to me and putting her hands on her hips. “You were pretty quiet back there. What did you think of George and Hunter?”
Oh, Mom, I think. If only you knew.
6
Hunter
I’m quiet during the drive home, and I think Dad notices.
“What is it?” he asks finally.
“Hmm?” I turn to look at him, not having been listening to his question. “What is what?”
He gestures at me with a hand.
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You seem really distracted, Hunter. I know you said you had a long night last night, but still. What’s going on?”
“Dad,” I say. “It’s fine. Is there something else on your mind?”
George snorts impatiently.
“Nothing,” he replies. “I guess I was just worried you wouldn’t like them. That’s all.”
“What?” I raise my eyebrows. “No, no, no. Dad, don’t worry. I like them just fine.”
“Then why were you so quiet during the meal?” he asks. “You’re usually the life of the party, so to speak.”
I clear my throat.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I just really wanted to listen to Gertie and Frankie. I figure if they’re going to be family, I should probably learn as much about them as I can, you know?”
“That’s fair,” George says, seeming to relax a little. “So you liked them okay, then?”
“Definitely,” I say, nodding. “I’m glad you’ve found someone you get along with so well. It’s been a while since Mom.”
“It has, hasn’t it?” asks George reflectively. “But Gertrude has really made me feel like a human being again. She matters and she cares so much about so many different things, from wildlife conservation to the City Council’s annual budget. And what about Frankie?” Dad asks. “I thought you guys might have more to talk about, but you guys seemed pretty quiet.”
“Yeah,” I dissemble vaguely. “She looks so familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.”
“Hmm,” Dad says. “Well, I guess it’s just one of those things. Anyway, I hope tomorrow you’ll be more talkative.”
I raise my eyebrows, turning to look at him.
“Tomorrow? What’s going on tomorrow?”
Dad nods.
“Didn’t you hear what Gertie and I were talking about back in the parking lot?”
“No,” I say. I wasn’t listening at all. My mind was consumed by how delicious Frankie’s pussy felt against my fingers, and how wet she was for me. “I was busy saying goodbye to Frankie.”
“Well, that’s good, I guess,” George rumbles. “Anyway, we’re going over to their place tomorrow for wine and cheese. I think it would be a good idea to get to know them better in a less formal setting. I hope you don’t mind that I said you would come along, too.”
“Of course not,” I mutter, smirking a little. “I’d love to.” The truth is, I have about a million things to get done over the next few days, but suddenly, none of them feel important in the slightest. I could let it all go for a month at this point and not be broken up about it because I feel like the universe has conspired to bring me and Frankie back together. All day today I was thinking about the night we had, wishing there was a way to see her again even though it goes against every personal policy I’ve had ever since I started going to swinger parties. It’s supposed to be anonymous, no strings attached fun, but somehow, at some point, this girl got her hooks into me, and I don’t even know if she realizes how much. I want to claim her again as she moans my name. I want to get to know her. I want to be around her more. I don’t care how, or in what context, and I don’t care that at this point it’s becoming clear that I see her as more than a fling.