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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 76696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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Zach

I had the mother of all headaches. This must be what it was like when Dexter used a drill on a victim’s head. I groaned as I shifted my head, then froze. That wasn’t a pillow under my head. My hand rested on a hip and my head on a stomach. Soft skin pressed against my cheek. Dread shot through me worse than any headache could. Holy fuck. I was with a woman. I’d been dating Amber for what? Two days and I’d already cheated on her. Brian was right. I was a fuck up. I couldn’t remember much from last night, except that after meeting my father I’d gone off to a bar with Jason and Bill, and had gotten shitfaced. At some point, I must have met someone and taken her home. Amber would be heartbroken. She’d hate me forever, as she should.

Maybe it was for the best that I’d messed up so soon. That way at least we never got the chance to get emotionally invested. Oh fuck, as if I wasn’t already emotionally invested.

But I had to own up to my mistakes and just take the hint the universe was sending me: I wasn’t cut out to be in a relationship. Every woman I dated would only end up like my mother: heartbroken, bitter and alcoholic.

I had to get away from whoever I’d screwed last night. There really was no easy or polite way to do it. Over the years I’d honed my craft of slipping out undetected but I’d never woken up snuggling someone before. Fucking great. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, immediately stunned to find myself in my own room. I raised my head off the soft stomach and stared down at the woman I’d spent the night with. Amber. She was sprawled on my bed, one arm draped over her head, the other beside her body, her hair fanned out around her head like a dark halo. She looked peaceful. How had she gotten here? My eyes traveled the length of her body. Her nightgown had ridden up almost all the way to her ribcage, revealing her long legs, creamy stomach and her thin white hipster panties. I stifled a groan. The outline of her folds and the curls on her mound were visible through the fabric. All I wanted to do was lean down and kiss her there. I wanted to press my palm against her core and feel its warmth. I wanted to bury myself in her. My cock was already rock hard and straining against my jeans. Get a fucking grip on yourself, asshole.

“Zach?” Amber’s sleepy voice almost gave me a heart attack and I ripped my gaze away from her panties and found Amber watching me with obvious embarrassment, her cheeks flushed. Fuck, she’d caught me ogling her in her sleep. I sat up further to give her more space and shifted one of my legs to hide the fucking bulge in my pants. She lowered her arm, wincing. It probably had fallen asleep. She hadn’t slept in the most comfortable position. Instead of sitting up, she lay there, searching my face. I wished I could read her mind. “What happened?” I asked instead.

She finally sat up, pulling her nightgown down and curling her legs under her body. She couldn’t meet my eyes. I really wished I could remember what I’d done last night. I hadn’t dragged her into my room, I hoped. Since she was still mostly dressed and not crying, I couldn’t have forced my touch or worse on her. “I hoped you could tell me that,” she said, peeking up at me through her lashes.

I ran a hand through my hair. “I don’t remember much except for getting shitfaced and taking a cab, after that it’s pretty much a blur.”

“You were very drunk,” she said quietly.

“Did I do something? I didn’t drag you into my room, did I?”

She smiled. “No. I dragged you inside to hide you from Brian. I didn’t want him to see you so drunk. And then you passed out.”

“Thanks for staying with me,” I said. Silence settled between us and I could tell that Amber wanted to ask me something. “I bet the girls in the club wear sexy lace underwear.”

I frowned. “I didn’t do anything with other girls.”

She played with the hem of her nightgown. “I mean the girls you used to…go out with. I bet they didn’t have boring white panties.”

Did she think I’d been staring at her panties because I didn’t like them?

She met my gaze, questions in her eyes. “Why do you even want to be with me? Pity?”

I snorted. “Amber, I want to be with you because I like spending time with you and because you turn me on. I was staring at you because you’re sexy. I’m fucking hard for you. I don’t think I could be any harder if you wore lace or nothing.”

Her eyes widened, then darted toward my crotch and the proof that I hadn’t lied.

Zach, you fucking moron, now she’ll flee the room. But she didn’t. She slowly raised her head, biting her lower lip. “Oh.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Oh?”

She shrugged, then made a vague motion toward my erection. “I’m sorry. This must be frustrating for you.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take a shower and take care of business.” I grinned at the sight of her blush darkening. I gave her a quick kiss, then swung my legs out of bed and hurried out of the room before I could pounce on Amber and lick every inch of her body.

In the bathroom I realized how much my clothes stank of smoke. Amber was a saint for putting up with me. When would she realize I was the lucky one, not her? I almost sighed in relief when I was out my clothes and stepped under the hot shower. My cock twitched when I grabbed it, calling up the image of Amber’s white panties, the outline of her folds, and started jerking off. After I’d come, I leaned against the shower stall and released a harsh breath. I’d never had to go without sex for a long period of time. This was the sweetest form of torture I could imagine. It hadn’t even been that long, but it probably felt that way because of the wait that lay ahead. I wondered how long it would take for the skin of my palm to become hard from jerking off so often. I laughed, then shook myself. Maybe I’d be better at controlling my dick if Amber didn’t sleep in my bed, half naked.



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