Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Clara,” I growl, frowning at her.
She shrugs and stands back up. “The game will be over too quick if I suck it all off now.”
And then it’s on. Rapid-fire questions. Back and forth. I’m much more efficient at licking the dessert off her body than she is mine. I’m determined to win this thing.
Her tits are clean. Sticky, but no longer have the Cool-Whip on them. She unsteadily hops onto the countertop and spreads her thighs. After the first glass of eggnog, we switched to drinking straight from the liquor bottle. Clara blurs in front of me and my body burns with heat.
“What are you going to do with your life now, Eric?” Her question isn’t a sexy, teasing one. It’s real, raw, and brittle. It’s a question I don’t know the answer to. My mouth waters to lick her pussy, but I can’t because I’m unable to answer the question.
“That’s not fair,” I grumble.
The alcohol is making her vulnerable because her eyes shine with tears. “It seems simple to me. Stay here with me. Be with me.”
It should be that simple.
But is it?
What would I do for work? New York has more opportunities than our small town.
“I see,” she says, hopping off the counter.
She stumbles, intoxicated and unstable, and I catch her before she falls. With a teary hiss, she jerks out of my hold and turns on the water at the sink. After wetting a paper towel, she begins cleaning the stickiness off her body.
Unable to keep from touching her, I crowd her from behind, and tear the wet paper towel from her so I can do the cleaning. Her nipples pebble from the attention.
“Do you like fucking me in the kitchen because you want Travis to see?”
She struggles and manages to twist around to face me. “Fuck off, Eric. It wasn’t your turn.”
I grip her jaw and kiss her sloppily, needing to taste her sweetness. She smacks my sides and nips at my tongue. Pulling back, I glower at her.
“Answer me then,” she chokes out. “Are you staying or are you going?”
We’re drunk and this is a stupid argument. Or is it? The fun and fantasy can’t live on forever. Reality has to enter the conversation at some point. I guess that point is now.
“I don’t know.”
She bursts into tears and shoves at me. Since she’s small and I’m huge, she’s unable to move me. I slide my hand to her throat, keeping her still, and rub my cock against her belly. We’re sticky as fuck, but I don’t care. I need inside her.
“Don’t,” she snarls. “I can’t do this with you. Not if it’s going nowhere.” Her bottom lip trembles. “You’re no better than Travis. I’m just a fuck toy to you.”
This time, when she shoves me away, I stumble back, and bump into the refrigerator. Her cute nose is pink and tears stream down her gorgeous face. She’s heartbroken. I’m responsible for breaking it.
“Sass—”
“No,” she hisses with a sharp shake of her head. “I’m going to shower. And take my pill since I stupidly forgot it yesterday and haven’t taken it today. For some reason, I thought we were actually going somewhere with this.”
Panic surges up inside me.
Is she serious?
I jerk my eyes down to her taut belly, and imagine it swelling with my kid. It’s such a warm, pleasurable feeling, I have to clutch my chest to keep my heart from exploding.
It’s what I want.
Clara.
A family with her.
Love and sex and companionship.
Not with any woman. Her. It’s always been her.
With a sob, she takes off, stumbling out of the kitchen. I prowl after her, taking the stairs two at a time as she scurries up them. By the time she makes it to the bathroom, and attempts to close the door, I’m right behind her. She curses at me and then clumsily grabs for her birth control. Like the psycho I am, I snatch them out of her hand.
“No,” I bark out.
Her eyes fill with fire and she gapes at me. “Give them back.”
“Fuck no. You’re not taking them.”
“You don’t get to dictate what I do! You’re nothing to me!”
I grip her jaw with my other hand and bring my nose to hers. “You’re mine, so I can. End of discussion.”
Then, I turn on my heel and storm downstairs. She hollers after me, but I ignore it. I throw on my boots and then yank on my coat before flinging open the front door. A shriek behind me doesn’t deter me. With fury and determination running through my veins, I storm through the snow, not at all caring that my dick could get frost bite.
Footsteps crunch through the snow behind me. She clutches her coat to her naked body as she runs after me. I stomp through the snow all the way to the dumpsters.