Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“You’re seriously not going to give me a single clue?” Kendall pouts from the passenger seat of the vehicle. We’ve been driving on and off for almost twelve hours, and I swear she’s asked this same question every hour.
“I’m seriously not,” I say for the millionth time as I get off the highway. “What part of birthday surprise don’t you understand? Besides, we’re almost there.” My original plan was to stop in North Carolina before heading to Florida, but when Kendall jumped on board, and I learned about her secret obsession with a certain show, my plans changed—and the fact that tomorrow is her birthday is the icing on the cake.
“We’re almost there?” She looks around, trying to find a clue, but unless she knows what she’s looking for, she won’t get it. “What’s in Covington?” she asks, scrunching her adorable, freckle-covered nose up in confusion when she spots the sign.
“You’ll see.”
We drive down a winding road leading to a bed and breakfast where I had to pull major strings to get a reservation. When we pull around and park, she still has no idea, but when we grab our bags—we went shopping while in Jersey and bought her some actual clothes—and walk around to the front, she eyes it curiously.
“This looks so familiar,” she says, looking around. “It’s beautiful.” The bed and breakfast is a three-story colonial-style Southern mansion, complete with a second-story balcony, black shutters, massive, old-style pillars, and a wraparound porch.
“I’m surprised you don’t recognize it.” I pull out my phone and click on an image, then turn it around so she can see it. The moment she recognizes where we are, her eyes go wide, and she screeches so loud my ears ring.
“This is from The Vampire Diaries? Are you freaking serious?” She steps back and takes the mansion in with new eyes. “Oh, my God, Dec! This is the Lockwood mansion from 1864!” She walks over to the right side of the mansion. “This is where Damon and Katherine walk and…” She rushes up the stairs and swings the door open, stopping in her tracks. “Oh, wow,” she breathes. “This is where Stefan and Katherine danced. This is amazing.” She turns around and jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist as she plants a kiss on my lips. “Thank you for bringing me here. This is the best birthday present ever!”
“Then you’re going to love what I have in store for tomorrow.” I grip the bottom of her thighs to hold her up, not giving a shit that we’re standing in the middle of the foyer of a bed and breakfast, where other people are walking around.
“Better than staying where they filmed several scenes of The Vampire Diaries?”
“Yep.”
“Tell me!” She encircles her arms around my neck and forces my face closer to hers. “Please.”
“It’s another birthday surprise.” I kiss the tip of her nose and then set her down.
After getting checked in, we bring our stuff up to our room, which has Kendall freaking out since it was the Salvatore brothers’ study. With floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelves surrounding a working fireplace, a queen-sized antique bed, and—according to the brochure—original tile, tub, and shower, it feels as if we’ve stepped back into the 1800s. Since it’s getting late, we head out and walk around the property, checking out all the areas they used for filming. Because Kendall is obsessed with the show and has seen every episode no less than a half-dozen times, she tells me about each scene without giving away too many spoilers.
Once we’ve covered every square inch that we’re allowed to see and explore, we go back up to our room to get ready for bed. Kendall showers first, and once I’m showered, I find her lying in bed, typing away on her phone.
“Whatcha doing?” I ask, climbing into bed next to her.
“Sending my mom pictures of the mansion. She’s so jealous I’m here. Did you know they do—” Her hands still, and her head pops up to look at me. “Declan… Did you get us Vampire Diary tour tickets?”
Whatever facial expression I make must give me away because a second later, she releases a loud squeal, drops her phone, and then tackles me. “Did you?”
“It was supposed to be a surprise,” I mutter. “You suck.”
“I can’t believe it! This is seriously the best birthday ever!” Straddling my torso, she leans down to kiss me. At first, the kiss is soft, a silent thank-you, but it quickly heats when her tongue slips into my mouth. As we kiss, she grinds her center—which I realize quickly is only covered by the barely-there material of her underwear—back and forth along my dick. It perks up, not having been given any proper attention in over a month, and I groan, knowing as much as I want to sink inside Kendall’s warm, tight as fuck pussy, I can’t. It’s too soon. It’s one thing to kiss her and show her how I feel about her, but it’s another thing to have sex with her less than a week after she ended her engagement. I don’t know the rule of how long I should wait, but it’s got to be more than a week, right?