Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
I’d push you to your knees, so you could try the flavor of us, straight off the tip of my throbbing, dripping cock.
A shiver runs down my spine, heat blanketing me, but it isn’t in memory of a fierce fantasy turned reality. It radiates off the man behind me. The man I’ve imagined between my legs, more times than I care to admit, is at my back, his limbs tangled with mine.
Maybe I did the tangling? Played “Baby Got Back” and drove my ass into him in my sleep?
Pulling in a deep breath, I ready to return his space, but before I can so much as inch away, a heavy, warm arm falls over me, a giant hand pressing on my stomach, rough, long fingers spanning over my abdomen.
“Don’t even fucking think about it.” Crew’s voice is thick with sleep, and he tugs me into him, his hold locking tighter around me. His nose is buried in my hair, the heat of his breath fanning over the nape of my neck. “Breathe, Sweets. Breathe and sleep.”
A tingle begins at the base of my scalp and spreads from there. I clench my thighs.
“Stop.” Crew grunts in disapproval.
“You know I hate that word, right?”
“Davis. Sleep.”
“Right, yeah.” Sleep.
Is he crazy?!
The come stun was strong. Layla might have been there to distract me, but I couldn’t tell you how long I lasted playing dice.
Hell, I can’t even tell you how I ended up back in this teepee, the hottest man on the planet wrapped around me like a snake who’s scored its next meal.
I didn’t drink a drop after that half cup I had while dancing.
Maybe I was come drunk?
Is that a thing?
Oh my god, I was fingered at a festival with a hundred people around!
Oh my god, I’d go for it again in a heartbeat.
Never in my life have I been so wet, so turned on.
So shocked he allowed such a lesson when he’s so keen on denying me.
And people say fingering is overrated. Clearly, they haven’t had Crew Taylor’s long, strong, flexible fingers inside them.
My smile couldn’t be wider as I pretend to pass out because, lesson or not?
Crew made me come, and he enjoyed every second of it.
Now, to learn how to repay the piper.
Unfortunately for me, there’s no time to talk to Crew about what I want him to teach me next. Layla poked her head in at the break of daylight and bargained for my release from Crew’s concrete clutches.
It was kind of fun, hearing him refuse to let me loose, as if he wanted to keep me there beside him, but he did trade my presence for Layla’s promise of pie.
So yeah, there’s that.
Last night after we closed down, we cleaned and packed up all the little things, so all that’s left today is deconstructing the booth and loading up the barbecue. Willie, being the swoony, hot husband he is, traded a couple cases of his next batch of beer for a pampering day for his queen after the long weekend, with a plus-one, so she invited me.
After a quick stop for snacks, we headed toward town, and here we are, four hours later, falling in and out of sleep, in side-by-side baths, full of steaming lavender leaves.
“Will is so getting his dick sucked tonight.”
My eyes snap open, and I look to Layla, who cracks one eye and smiles.
“If I had my phone, I would record your face right now and send it to Crew.”
My brows draw closer. “Why?”
“Because you look so completely curious.” She slowly brings her glass of sparkling cider to her lips, grinning over the rim. “Mouth virgin, too?”
The water is warm, mine more so than hers, baby and all, so my body is already flushed, but heat still blooms in my chest.
“It’s on the list.”
Layla chuckles. “How long is this list?”
“Long.” My response is quick and grumpy.
Layla laughs louder. “Well, from what I saw last night, it’s getting shorter.”
My mouth gapes, and she shrugs playfully.
“Hey, you listened, I watched. We’re square now.” She holds her fist out.
Flaming cheeks and all, I meet hers with my own.
“We should start getting ready. The band sets up around seven, and the boys will only be able to hold a table for us for so long. That or I’ll have to whoop some bar bish ass when they try and take the seat beside my man,” she teases, tapping on her belly.
“How are you not completely exhausted?” I look at her belly as she climbs out.
“Oh, I’m getting there, but I figure I won’t get to do all this stuff for a while, so until my body tells me to chill, I shall not.” She chuckles, nodding her head, and I follow her out of the water. “So, a couple of my friends are coming over this week. They ordered some fancy pasta from a place I could never afford, and we’re dedicating the day to floating in the pool.”