Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Shut up, Zoe,” I yell at her. “Every mother wants to know her son will be taken care of. She wants to know I can cook for you when you’re sick.”
“What is wrong with you?” Zoe says. “It’s 2019. I’m sure he can order his own fucking soup.”
I watch Evan as he gets up and comes to me, grabbing my hand in his. “Beautiful,” he whispers, his voice calming me. “My mother couldn't care less if you can cook. She cares that you love me, she cares that you stand by my side, and she cares that I treat you the way you are supposed to be treated.”
“I do love you,” I tell him, and Zoe claps her hands.
“Ahhh, so sweet.” I turn to glare at her.
“My sisters don’t know how to cook,” he tells me. “Besides, you won’t be the one on the hot seat.” I tilt my head sideways. “Your father will be sitting there making sure I treat you right. No father wants to sit at a table with a man who is sleeping with their daughter.”
I laugh. “Max does it.”
“I know, but he’s Mad Max,” he says, and now I step into his space. “I just want him to know you’re okay here.”
“I’m more than okay here,” I tell him. “Besides I’ll go back home sometimes.”
“Wait a second,” Zoe interrupts again, “are you moving here?”
“Not really,” I tell her and see Evan’s face. “If he’s here, I’ll be here, but when he travels, I’ll go back home.”
“What about the summers?” Zoe asks. “Your whole life is in New York.”
I shake my head and think about what she said. When you love someone, you love someone, and there isn’t a timeframe or a manual; there is nothing but what you feel. “Not my whole life.”
“God, I wonder if I can move into your place.” She looks up and taps her lips. “It would be so good to have no neighbors.”
“You know if you move into my house, I move out my clothes,” I inform her.
“Why would you do that?” she asks, and I shake my head. “That would be mean.”
“Do you want to go eat?” Evan asks me, and I nod, then look at Zoe. “I want to have the greasiest burgers of life.”
“Is there any other kind?” she asks as she gets up. We walk inside to lock up, and then I take her to visit my new hometown.
* * *
“What time are you parents getting here?” I ask Evan when he comes out of the bathroom. I’m sitting in the middle of the bed with my white cami and matching panties on. My hair hangs wet from the shower we just took together. The towel around his waist showing his semi erect cock that was just in my mouth.
“Why are you dressed?” he asks me confused.
“I’m not dressed. I’m in pjs.” I look down.
“You know the rules,” he tells me, getting in bed naked. “No clothes when we sleep.”
“I’m not sleeping in the house naked with your parents here,” I tell him. “Also, there will be no sex of any kind.”
His eyebrows pull together. “Why?”
“Because they already think we are having sex,” I tell him, getting under the covers.
His hands pull up my camisole. “I’m pretty sure they know we are having sex and not just thinking it,” he says while he takes a nipple into his mouth, and my thoughts start to get hazy.
“That’s the point. I don’t want them to look at me and wonder if I just banged their son before I sat at the table.”
“You do have a glow on your face after I bang you,” he says, taking the other nipple in his mouth. “I can’t go three days without having you.”
“Yes, you can,” I tell him, and he pushes me down, my legs opening for him. “I mean there is the nighttime.”
“Yeah,” he says with a smirk, moving down my body.
“I mean if we have sex before we go to bed, then no one is going to see my face.” I think but not to hard ’cause his mouth lands on my pussy, his tongue moving my panties to the side so he can lick my clit. I moan silently. “We would have to be very, very quiet,” I say in a whisper.
“Can you be quiet?” he asks me. I look down at him feasting on my pussy, seeing his tongue disappear inside me.
“We could try now and see.” I open wider, my hand going to his head as I try to rub my pussy on his face. We have sex many times a day, and sometimes I’ll wake with him sliding into me in the middle of the night. Or he wakes with either me blowing him or riding him. Either way, it’s a win for everyone. We spend the rest of the night seeing exactly how quiet we can be.