Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I wasn’t aware that was even possible, but there I was, accomplishing the impossible.
I grunted with each jet of cum that left my body.
Her pussy held on tight, sucking every last drop from my cock with a surprising efficiency.
I’d never…
“What the hell was that?” I breathed.
“I don’t know, but I want to experience it over and over again with you.” She paused. “I’m sorry. I lost control. I should’ve stopped when you asked me to.”
I laughed, bringing her face down to mine for a soft kiss before saying, “I’m glad you didn’t.”
She snuggled in deeper into my chest, her arms falling limp at her sides and mine as she all but ran out of energy.
“I hate that I didn’t hold on longer,” I admitted. “I’ll do better next time, I promise.”
She snickered. “I think we both lasted as long as we needed to.”
It was cute that she thought that even though it wasn’t.
“Agreed.” I skimmed my hands up her hips to her rib cage. “We need to go get the dogs fed. Then feed ourselves. It’s already late.”
“Sigh.” She rolled off of me and flopped to her back. “Could I possibly hop in the shower? All this hair takes a lot of time to dry, and if I shower now, it can air dry for a bit while we eat and I help you with the dogs.”
“You shower, I’ll feed the dogs,” I suggested. “And while you’re in there, I’ll scrounge up something to cook. How do you feel about corn dogs?”
She burst out laughing. “I think they’re wonderful…as long as you have mustard.”
I rolled over her until I was half holding myself up and said, “Of course I have mustard. What do you take me for, a lunatic?”
“You know where the term lunatic came from?” she wondered.
I shook my head, then winced, realizing she couldn’t see that.
“No, where?” I wondered, beyond curious.
“It’s a superstitious belief from medieval Europe,” she explained. “The belief is pretty much this: moon phases cause madness or insanity in certain people. These people were branded as ‘afflicted by the moon’ and the Latin term for ‘moon’ is ‘luna.’ Hence lunatic.”
“Well.” I laughed as I got out of bed. “That’s one thing I won’t disagree with you on. The full moon brings out all the crazies.”
Even a blind squirrel finds a nut every once in a while.
—Text from Bindi to Garrett
BINDI
It was the full moon.
That had to be why today was so awful.
Damn lunatics.
I smiled as I thought about the conversation I had with Garrett last night.
I smiled even wider when I remembered what he’d done with me to prove that he wasn’t a ‘one pump chump.’ He’d repeated the process not once, not twice, but three times since our first time sleeping together.
Needless to say, I was sore in all the right places and more than ready to go home and repeat the process with him.
Except, my hopes were dashed the moment I answered my office phone and heard his apologetic tone.
“Hey,” Garrett said quietly. “I really fucking hate to do this to you, but I’m gonna need to get you a ride from my mom or dad. I’d say one of my brothers, but you don’t want them to know yet.”
“Your mom or dad is fine. And I’m sure they’re all trustworthy but…y’all gossip like a bunch of sixteen-year-old girls.”
Garrett snorted. “You don’t lie.”
“Why are you having to work late?” I asked.
“A K-9 officer was called to the scene of a traffic stop because the officer suspects that there’s a drug dealer driving the car,” he explained. “And usually, this would be Delphine and Rufus taking care of it, but yeah…fun stuff.”
I beamed. “Am I going to your place or mine?”
“Would you go to mine?” he asked. “I know you’d probably be more comfortable at yours, but Rufus is at my place, and I don’t want him to get too lonely. My sisters-in-law have stopped by, but he doesn’t know them. They said they couldn’t get him to eat.”
My belly sank. “Of course I’ll head to your place.”
“I love that you knew that either place we went, we’d be together,” he mused. “You know how we talked about the full moon last night?”
“Yeah…” I said carefully.
“I feel like we jinxed ourselves. Today has been absolute—”
I cut him off with, “Lunacy?”
He chuckled. “Yes.”
“Same here,” I admitted. “I’ve had more calls today than I did yesterday, and I feel like this isn’t normal. Even your mom’s ex-assistant feels like this is more than usual.”
“Why are you calling her mom’s ex-assistant and not her name?” He chuckled again.
“Because if I call her Melody, it might seem like I actually like her,” I admitted. “But since I don’t, then I’m not going to grace her with her actual name.”
“What did she do?” he asked, sounding angry on my behalf.