Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
He chuckled. “That was something.”
It certainly was. “I think you’re a wizard. I’m not even sure how you did that.”
He nuzzled closer and kissed my throat. “Good things take time.”
When he brushed his fingers over my panties I flinched and gasped. His low chuckle teased my skin as he kissed his way back to my mouth. Another touch and I reflexively darted my hips away. It was too much.
“You’ve turned me into a teenage boy.” He pressed the hard bulge in his briefs against my skin.
I gasped. “You’re wet.”
“It’s been more than a decade since I shot a load in my pants. Do you see what you do to me?”
I groaned. “This is killing me. I’ve learned my lesson. I don’t want to be a virgin bride anymore. I want to be a happy little slut again. No more waiting. Please make it stop.”
Another low chuckle. “I get so fucking hot thinking about our wedding night. I can’t wait to finally get inside you again.”
“No, no waiting. I want it now. Forget my stupid rules. Only virgins say those things because they don’t know what they’re missing. I’ve tasted the good stuff and I want more. I need it, Hale. Do you hear me? I need the sex!”
“Not until we say I do. Then I’m really going to come. Again…” He rolled on top of me, pinning my body open beneath his as he ground himself against me. “And again.”
He thrust his hips.
My body trembled, falling into another delicate spiral.
“And again.”
That time when I came, he didn’t let up. He ground his hips as if we were actually fucking, and I rode out the friction in a combination of pleasure and misery.
Abstinence had sharpened my desires to an unbearable edge and I became super-sensitized to the slightest caress, but nothing would ever feel as good as having him inside of me. The wedding couldn’t come fast enough.
Neither could I.
No matter how much he touched me or how many times he made me come that way, I would always want more.
He'd spoiled me and this little experiment proved I would never be able to go back to a sexless life. I was shamelessly addicted to Hale—the man, the massive cock, the legend.
When we were both as finished as an undercooked rare steak, Hale slipped out of bed. “I need a shower.”
The water bill was going to be outrageous this month.
I smiled and stretched, my body buzzing but my bones heavy as I reached for my phone. No text from Elle—shocker there. I frowned, not at the empty text box but at the little red flag pinned to my messenger app.
My body went numb.
Was this it?
No. It could be from anyone. It probably was spam.
But what if it wasn’t?
What if that little red flag was him?
I sat up.
Only one way to find out.
My gaze darted to the bathroom door then back to my phone. I swallowed, mouth dry and heart racing.
Don’t overthink it. Don’t get ahead of yourself—
Too late. I was already picturing my father welcoming me back into his life with open arms, knowing full well that would never happen.
I clicked on the app icon and held my breath. It took forever to load. Then, in bold print at the top of my private messages, just below his name, was the first line of his response…
Hi Rayne, It’s great to hear from you…
Casting Call For Steve Martin…
STEVE, PLEASE PICK UP YOUR SCRIPT
With one ear tuned to the running water as Hale showered, I opened the message. My heart pinched and pulled in so many directions I wasn’t sure if I wanted to scream with joy or throw up.
My dad had responded! He actually wrote something back! I was in such shock, I had to take a deep breath before I could make any sense of the words on my phone.
Hi Rayne, It’s great to hear from you. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about my little girl and wonder what kind of woman she’s become. It sounds like things are going well for you. Nothing makes me happier than to hear that. Congratulations on your upcoming wedding and thank you for letting me know about this important milestone in your life. I know I haven’t always been there for the big moments, but you’ve never left my mind and you’ve always held a place in my heart. I have a lot of regrets. The main one being that I don’t know you. I don’t know what you do for a living or what movies you like. I don’t know how you spend your free time or even what your laugh sounds like. Those are all things I believe a father should know, and I deeply regret that I don’t. I’m also extremely touched, that after all these years and missed moments, you still think of me. I know I haven’t always been deserving of your patience, but I am grateful that you have such a forgiving heart. I would love nothing more than to connect with you. Where do you live? I’m in Pennsylvania, and I can travel by car if it isn’t too far. Would you like to have lunch? I understand if that’s asking too much, and if writing to each other is all you can manage at the moment, that’s perfectly fine. It’s a start. I would have responded earlier but I rarely use Facebook and I didn’t find your message until this morning when I signed on to list something on marketplace. Anyway, I’m sorry it took me so long to respond, to this message and many others. I promise not to make you wait again. If you have it in your heart to write back, I’ll answer right away. Love, Dad