Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Her tongue sweeps over mine, and this sudden, intense urgency to have her, to be even closer to her, hits me out of nowhere.
It’s like a thirst. A hunger I need to sate.
I need more of her. All of her.
What’s happening to me?
I feel dizzy. Hot. Needy.
I tug my tie loose and unbutton the top of my shirt. “Fuck me,” I groan into her mouth. “I need you to fuck me.”
She rides me hard, but nothing feels enough right now. I feel insane. Like I could fuck her forever and I’d never get close to getting everything I want from her.
All my senses are filled with her. The sounds she makes. The way she smells … the way she touches me.
She’s taking over me. I feel out of control.
What the fuck is wrong with me right now?
Maybe I just need the control. I need to be the one fucking her.
Shifting forward, holding on to her, I take us down to the floor. I shove my pants down my ass, and I start fucking her hard. My hands planted on either side of her head on the floor, I pound into her over and over.
When she starts to come, she bites her lip to contain the curse and cries that I know she wants to make. I watch her come. Her eyes slam shut, ecstasy covering her features, and nothing has ever looked more beautiful in this moment than her.
Nothing has ever been more beautiful than her.
I feel this tightening in my chest and that fucking dizziness again.
What the fuck is going on?
Maybe I’m having a heart attack.
Well, what a way to go.
West Oakley, player for the Ravens, dies from heart attack while fucking his girl.
There I go again with this my girl shit.
Dillon isn’t mine. I don’t have a girl. And I don’t want one.
I move my hips again, but I don’t go hard this time. My movements are slower. I bring my mouth to hers and kiss her. Her fingers slide into my hair, pulling the tie from it. My hair falls around my face.
“Come for me,” she whispers.
I increase my tempo a bit but not much.
If someone were looking in from the outside, they might say I was making love to her right now. But I’m not. Because I don’t love her.
Fuck, my head is messed up tonight. It’s the fight with my dad. Seeing him always messes with me.
Shutting my eyes, I bury my head into her neck and start to fuck her again. Hard. And harder.
Her arms come around me, holding on.
The sound of my skin slapping hers and the feel of her tight, wet pussy gripping my cock drive me exactly where I need to be.
When I’m done emptying myself inside of her, I lift my head, needing her mouth.
Our eyes meet before our lips do, and something happens in this moment. I don’t know what. But there’s something.
Shutting down whatever it is, I kiss her, and I keep kissing her until we can’t stay there any longer and we’re forced to clean up and rejoin the party.
But I’m off-kilter all night. Like something isn’t right.
And it isn’t until I’m lying in my bed later that night with Dillon’s body curled around mine that I realize what’s wrong with me.
I have feelings for her.
I’m starting to feel things for her. Real things. And I can’t because I can’t be the man she needs. That she deserves.
I know that I need to end this thing between us. For both our sakes. But selfishly, I’m not ready to do it yet.
I just need a little more time with her.
Then, I’ll end things with her.
twenty-nine
Dillon
I type, The end. And sit back in my chair.
Holy shitting noodles. It’s finished. The Two-Week Stand is officially done.
Well, not officially done. There will be edits and rewrites. But the first rough draft is complete.
Halle-bloody-lujah.
I can’t believe I finished a book in four frigging weeks. Who knew I could write one so quickly? Not me! I guess when you have tons of free time and the story is already there in your head because you’ve lived almost all of it, then it’s easier to do. The only changes I had to make were names and sex scenes, but who doesn’t love coming up with a good sex scene, right? And also, I had to write the ending from scratch because, obviously, West and I haven’t had our ending. Yet.
And maybe we won’t. It’s not something either of us has discussed. Currently, we’re acting like we’re in a relationship but under the guise of still having a fling.
Things are amazing between us. We had one weird day. It was the day after the party at the White House. He was a little cold toward me. I did worry that he was going to say that things had come to an end for us. But the next day, he was back to being his normal self, so I put it down to him feeling off after spending time with his dad.