Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
He slows his fingers, though doesn’t completely remove them. “Next time, it won’t be my fingers I slide inside of your wet pussy, Sunshine.”
I suck in deep breaths, trying to slow my racing heart. “Why wait?”
Brock’s deep chuckle tickles my ears. “Soon, Joey. Very soon.” This time, he does pull his fingers from my body and kisses the place on my shoulder he just bit. “Shit, I think I left a mark,” he adds, remorse evident in his voice.
I glance at the slightly reddened skin before meeting his gaze. “I liked it.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, placing another tender kiss on my shoulder.
“I’m not.”
Finally, he relaxes the worried lines between his eyebrows. “I think we made a mess,” he mumbles.
“We? I think that was all you, buddy. Actually, I thought I was dreaming at first,” I confess.
“Yeah? You often have dreams about me fingering you and making you come?”
My blush says it all. “Maybe,” I reply coyly.
Brock chuckles and lightly slaps me on the ass. “How about you jump in the shower, and I’ll start a load of laundry? As much as I hate to wash your scent off my sheets, they’re a little soiled,” he says, glancing down at the mess he made.
The vixen inside me, I didn’t even realize I possessed, glances over my shoulder and murmurs, “You know, I’m pretty soiled too. You should probably join me and help me wash up.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “I would, but you and I both know we’d never leave that shower. Besides, I have plans for us today,” he replies, climbing from the bed and using the sheet to wipe off his stomach.
“Plans? What kind of plans?”
“The kind that are a surprise. So get up, get dressed, preferably in something that covers you from head to toe so I’m not tempted to stray the course and just bring you back here to ravish, and meet me downstairs when you’re ready. I’m going to start laundry and coffee.”
He places a hard kiss against my lips as he helps me stand, wiping my back with the sheet before tossing it on the floor. Once he has the bedding gathered, he heads out, leaving me standing naked in his room.
I slip into his bathroom, even though I should just head to my own. The thought of using his shampoo and bodywash is thrilling, almost dangerous. Will someone be able to smell it on my skin? Will Brock?
After a quick shower, I wrap my body in one of the big fluffy towels I insisted Caleb buy, and make my way to my room. I’m saddened to find Brock’s room empty, only because I have this wild daydream of walking out and finding him waiting for me. You know, so I can drop the towel.
But that doesn’t happen.
Inside my room, I dress quickly in comfortable shorts and a fitted tee and pull my hair up in a wet ponytail. I swipe a little mascara over my lashes, brush my teeth, and grab my comfortable sneakers.
When I reach the kitchen, I’m shocked to find Brock standing there, sipping coffee, and fresh from the shower. He’s wearing shorts, a comfy T-shirt, sneakers, and a ballcap on his head. Once he sees me just staring, he pours me a cup of coffee into a travel mug, leaving plenty of room for creamer. “Everything all right?”
I grab the creamer from the refrigerator and meet him at the counter. “I’m just a little surprised to see you already showered.”
He shrugs. “I just got down here. When I heard you finish, I slipped into my room and took a quick one myself.”
I stop pouring and glance up. “You didn’t join me?” There’s a tinge of hurt in my voice, one I can’t hide.
Brock just grins that gorgeous smile. “If I would have joined you, we wouldn’t be down here right now.” He picks at a piece of fuzz from my shirt and steps closer, the fresh scent of his bodywash invading my senses. “We’d be upstairs, with no plans to leave the bed for a very, very long time.”
A little breathlessly, I whisper, “I still don’t see the problem.”
He snickers and grabs his cup, bringing it to his lips. “Oh, Sunshine. You’re going to be the death of me.” He polishes off most of his coffee before dumping what’s left in the sink. “Let’s go. We have somewhere to be.”
“The zoo?” I ask thirty minutes later, as we pull into the large lot.
“Have you ever been here?” he asks, finding a parking spot about halfway to the front entrance.
I shake my head as bubbles of eager anticipation rise in my chest. “I’ve always wanted to come, but Caleb always said it wouldn’t be enjoyable because he’d be recognized the entire time,” I reply, remembering the disappointment I felt each time he told me no.