Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
I’m giving myself one more day before I’m going back to work. Something has to give to keep my mind off the shit swirling in my head. I damn sure can’t keep my thoughts away from what it means to be front and center of the memorial being honored in our parents’ name. I get it’s a good deed—they did a lot for the community—but having to be around more than my fair share of people, rehashing all of the good memories and remembering how we lost it all? No fucking thanks. Then there’s Delilah, her taste, her touch, her soft moans against my ear, and I’m instantly ready to say fuck it and damn the consequences, but there are two things holding me back: her father, my boss, and the fact she’s made for settling down.
“Christ,” I mutter under my breath. Her name alone has my dick lengthening inside my sweats. Maybe today would be a good day to get out of the house, except I’d probably run into the one person I’m trying to run away from. It looks like it’s going to be another cold shower, except I know nothing will help. I’ll end up with my hand wrapped around my cock while replaying taking Delilah on the side of the road. Luckily, where she pulled over was in a deserted area, nothing but trees for miles on end. And with it going from dusk to full-on darkness, it meant we were secluded. Delilah’s hands were on the hood of her car, bent over at the waist, and I was fucking her with my fingers, hard and fast. She liked the way I whispered into her ear exactly what I was going to do to her, making her come on my fingers, waiting until she could no longer hold herself up, and was then draped across the warm metal. The only way my cock was going inside of her was with her looking at me, watching the entire time as I fed her my cock inside her tight pussy.
A knock on the door has me biting back a curse, probably a good thing, but tell that to my dick, who misses Delilah as much as I do. I stand up from my place at the bar, head throbbing as much as my cock. I’m barely on my feet when the knocking stops and then starts up again.
“Fuck, someone better be bleeding out. I’m coming.” That’s the problem. I’m not. I have a headache, my dick is hard, and I’m a miserable human being at this moment.
“Okay.” I hear a voice that isn’t Beau’s or Asher’s. Nope, it’s a voice that haunts me. Light and rich while being warm and bright depending on the moment. Truth be told, I like when she’s moaning my name while her center clenches down on my length the best. I’m at the door faster than I planned, not understanding exactly why Delilah is here in the first place.
I open the door, unprepared for my eyes to land on the beauty before me, and any chance of my cock settling down is long gone. Delilah is holding up a platter of sorts, her arms pushing up her tits, and damn if I’m not pissed my mouth and eyes weren’t on those the last time we were together. Her blue eyes change from light to a velvet color when she sees what I’m wearing. My cock flexes beneath my sweats, and her gaze zeros in on it.
“Delilah, what are you doing here?” I take in her long blonde hair hanging in loose waves and the slight tinge of color on her cheeks that travels the length of her neck toward her chest. She licks her lips, her tongue remaining out for a moment more than normal, and it’s got me fantasizing of all the ways I want to see exactly how she’d use it on my cock. The way this woman makes me feel, you’d think I’m addicted to her and sex.
“Well, um… I wouldn’t be here, except you haven’t been at the station and, uh, I brought you cookies to say thank you for the other night.” She’s in another one of those floral sundresses she’s worn the last two times and now a third. The thin straps on each shoulder are tied in a bow, and the fabric is form-fitting around her tits and waist before flaring out around her hips and thighs.
“Chocolate chip?” I question. My mouth is salivating for a fuck ton more than the plate of cookies she’s offering.
“Of course, I hear that’s your favorite.” My manners have been thrown out the window. I’ve yet to invite her in, and there’s a reason for that. The minute she crosses over the threshold, my mouth will be on hers, I’ll be ripping up the flimsy excuse of a dress she’s wearing and pushing my sweats down until my cock is free. There wouldn’t be a need to see if she is as wet for me as I think she is. The past two encounters we’ve had together have proven she’s more than ready for me. Then I’d slam inside of her wet depths, fuck the condom, fuck the repercussions we’ll surely face.