Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
And she wanted it. She wanted me.
As I worked my hand up and down my hot, hard flesh, I imagined words dripping from her lips into the darkness.
Yes. Now. Harder.
Fuck me. Don’t stop.
Never knew it could be like this . . .
Your cock is so deep, you feel so good . . .
You’re gonna make me come—so close, so close, so close—
Pulsing heat erupted inside me, releasing the tension in short, rhythmic bursts of slick heat all over my fist and stomach. Struggling to stay silent, I clenched my jaw and fucked my hand, wishing it was her, angry that it wasn’t and probably never would be. Why did I have to want her so badly?
Afterward, I lay back, breathing hard, heart pounding. A moment later, I got up and went to the bathroom.
As I cleaned up, the anger faded and I couldn’t help feeling a little guilty about what I’d done. She was always my favorite fantasy, but it did seem wrong to get myself off to her while she was in my house. But I supposed it was a better idea than risking our friendship by making an impulsive move I’d regret.
Returning to the bedroom, I pulled my door open partially, listened for a moment, and heard nothing. Across the hall, Maddie’s door was shut, and I stood there for a few seconds, staring at it.
Did she ever touch herself at night? Who did she think about? Was it ever me?
If I’d knocked softly on her bedroom door tonight instead of taking matters into my own hands, would she have welcomed me in or turned me away?
Maybe it was better not to know.
The following morning, I was a little groggy as I got dressed. When I left my room, Maddie’s door was still closed, and so was Elliott’s. It was barely five-thirty, and I didn’t want to wake them, so I kept my footsteps quiet on the stairs. It was possible Elliott had decided the early wakeup was too brutal and chosen to sleep in instead—I didn’t blame him. At his age, I hadn’t liked getting up before sunrise either.
That’s why I was shocked to see both Maddie and Elliott already awake and dressed and waiting for me in the kitchen.
“Good morning,” Maddie said softly, flashing me a smile that made my chest tighten. She was seated at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee in her hands, and she wore a green top that matched her eyes. “Can I get you a cup of coffee? I made a whole pot.”
“Good morning. I can get it, thanks.” With the image of fucking her on the stairs in my head, I went to the cupboard and took down a mug. After filling it, I took a deep breath and turned around. “You two are up early.”
“Elliott was so excited, he couldn’t sleep.” Maddie laughed, leaning over to ruffle his curls. “He came into my room before four and asked if it was time to get up yet. I had to put him back to bed.”
Elliott grinned sheepishly and took a sip of his orange juice.
I laughed too. “Not even I get out there that early.”
“What time does your dad wake up?” Maddie asked.
“I usually get him up once I’m in from the morning chores. But he sometimes wanders out sooner, which is fine as long as he doesn’t try to use the stove. The last time he did that, he forgot he’d put eggs in the pan.” I shook my head. “It wasn’t good.”
“Have you thought about those safety guards? Although he’s handy, so he’d probably figure out how to remove them.” She pressed her lips together. “It’s hard, isn’t it? He’s an adult, but you have to worry about him like you would a child. Yet you can’t treat him that way, because he’s still got enough cognitive function that it’s probably incredibly frustrating and annoying for him.”
“Yep.” I took another sip of hot coffee, not that the caffeine was going to help calm my racing heart. “That’s it exactly.”
Her eyebrows knit together. “Why don’t you take Elliott out to help you with the chores and I’ll stay here and get breakfast going? That way if he wakes up and wanders out, I’ll be here to make sure he’s okay.”
“That would be great, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to babysit him.” I hesitated. “Chances are, he’ll have forgotten your name and what you’re doing here. He might get ornery with you.”
She waved a hand in the air. “Listen, I’m probably useless at farm work, but I know how to cook and how to talk to people.”
“Okay. We’ll give it a try. If he gives you any trouble, just pour him some coffee and a bowl of Cap’n Crunch.”
“Cap’n Crunch?” Her head fell back as she laughed.