Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
After another fifteen minutes of reinforcing rules, Sidney and I are in his SUV, driving toward the lake district. It’s only a couple hours away. The perfect distance for a weekend getaway. Far enough that we’re out of reach of the city, but not so far that we can’t come home in case of an emergency.
“They’ll be fine, right?” Sidney asks.
“Of course they will. Violet is exceptionally responsible.” And Miller isn’t even remotely her type. Violet isn’t into hockey playing jocks. And she’s mentioned more than once that she thinks he might be part yeti with how much fuzz he has. I hadn’t noticed, but then I’m pretty preoccupied with his dad. I did notice, however, how tough it is for him not to stare at her rack whenever we go over for a swim. Although, boobs have hypnotizing powers where teen boys are concerned.
“It’s not Violet I’m worried about,” Sidney mutters.
I run my fingers through the hair at his nape. Goosebumps rise and he makes a deep, appreciative sound. “Violet is good at keeping things under control. It’ll be fine. And your parents are checking in on them.”
My phone buzzes with a message. From Violet.
House is still standing. Miller drove me to tutoring which was nice. He went the speed limit and stopped completely at all stop signs. He also drives with his hands at ten and two and stopped for two rogue squirrels. All is well. Enjoy your weekend. Leave all the doors open if you want.
I squint at my phone.
I can feel you giving me the stink eye. YOU left the door open and I will never let you live it down. Ever. Or until I do something similar in half a decade or possibly longer, depending on when guys are no longer idiots. Gotta go. Tutors be tutoring.
“Everything okay?”
“Yup. Miller drove her to her tutoring and stopped at all the stop signs. We’re good to enjoy a weekend without teens.”
“Great.” He taps on the steering wheel. “As soon as we get there, I vote we have sex on the first available surface.”
“I am fully on board with that plan.”
Sidney clears his throat. “I saw my doctor this week.”
“Oh, is everything okay?” Sidney is in great shape. Even when I’m on top, I don’t have to do much work.
“Yeah.” He nods and does some more finger tapping. “I got a few blue pills, though.”
“Blue pills?” All I can think of is The Matrix, or Alice in Wonderland.
“For longevity.” His eyes dart down.
Mine follow. He’s tenting the front of his khaki shorts impressively. “But you don’t have problems with longevity.”
“No. We rarely have time for more than two rounds, and I wanted to make sure I could perform should we decide we need to spend most of the weekend with my cock inside you.”
Everything below the waist clenches and my nipples tighten. “Oh God, so few holes, so many hours to fill them all.”
His grip on the steering wheel tightens and the vinyl squeaks under his palms. “How much longer until we get there?”
“Forty-five minutes.”
He rolls his neck on his shoulders. “I might have to risk a speeding ticket so we can get started sooner.”
I cross and uncross my legs. “I don’t think I allowed myself to consider too closely what forty-eight uninterrupted hours would look like with you.”
“We can spend as much or as little time naked as you want. I just felt it was important to be able to take care of all your needs whenever you wanted, however you wanted.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
RISE TO THE OCCASION
Sidney
Skye makes a good point about it taking longer to get to our destination if we get pulled over by the cop, so instead of driving like we’re in the Indy 500, I go a respectable eight miles an hour over the speed limit and get us to the secluded cabin in the woods in thirty-seven minutes instead of forty-five.
I’ve been dealing with a half hard-on the entire drive, so the second the vehicle is in park, I wrench the door open. “Leave everything. We’ll deal with it after I’ve fucked at least two orgasms out of you.”
Skye scrambles to get her seatbelt undone and nearly falls out of the truck in her haste. I’m glad we’re on the same page.
It takes me three tries to punch in the lock code, in part because Skye’s already working on my belt and her fingers keep grazing my hypersensitive erection. It’s tough to focus, but I finally get the combination right and we stumble across the threshold, lips already fused.
“A whole forty-eight hours with no interruptions,” Skye pants against my lips.
Her hands are everywhere. One dips down to tackle the button on my shorts, the other slides into the hair at my nape.
“I’ve been concocting endless fantasies about all the ways I want to have you.” I find the zipper on her sundress and pull it down.