Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Talon.” I lose her mouth. Fuck, I need to see Kelsey like this. Naked and writhing in my bed.
“Fuck.” I’m about to lose control and take this a whole lot further than I meant for this to go.
“I’m so close,” she rasps out into the night air. I hate myself for what I’m about to do, and she probably will, too.
“Not yet.” I pull away, my cock protesting the entire time. I’m trying to stay rational when all I want is to rip her shorts down, unbutton my own, and fuck my way inside her tight body.
“No, no, no.” She plants her face near my throat, holding on to the back of my neck, and I’m having a hell of a time not allowing myself to give in. But she deserves more than me fucking her against a palm tree. Plus, there’s Grandad’s advice niggling in the back of my head. If we’re going to do this, were going to do it right.
“Siren, I’d love nothing more than to take what you want to give. And soon, I’m going to take you to my bed and worship your body, just not tonight.” What does the damn minx do? She bites my throat, making it damn near impossible to put more distance between us.
“Fine, but I don’t have to like this,” she replies. This time, it’s her drawing back.
“Believe me, I’m right there with you. Now, I’m gonna walk you to your door, then I’ll call you later. And what I’m not going to do is touch you.” Except I go against my own words, reaching my hand out to hers as we walk toward her house. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to have everything else out of the way, mainly talking to her parents. We’re both consenting adults. Still, respect goes a long fucking way.
“Are you, though?” At first, I’m wondering if she’s talking about me calling her, except she lifts our hands up. “See, you’re touching me.”
“Smartass. Get inside, Kels.” I hold open the storm door as she hits the keypad on the door to unlock it.
“I’m going, I’m going.” Our fingers untangle and I stay off to the side.
“Later, siren.”
“Good night, Talon.” I wait until she’s safely inside, going as far as to wait for the click of the lock before heading to my place. I’ve already got a plan in place, and while talking is one of them, getting each other off has moved to the top of my list.
5
KELSEY
“You in bed?” Talon asks on the other end of the line. I was left with a smoldering kiss at my doorstep. Sadly, he was the one to put a stop to the best make-out session of my life. I didn’t expect our hormones to take charge. One second, the kiss was soft and sweet, the next it turned hot and heavy. Talon backed me up until I was plastered to a palm tree, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and I could feel every hard inch of his body. Thankfully, my parents are not all about outdoor cameras or a doorbell camera, and none of us track one another via our cell phones. Sadly, right when I was getting close to coming, Talon backed off. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. And I wanted to beg for more. Somehow, I managed to hold back, we said goodnight to one another, and he said he’d be in touch later.
I went inside to grab a bite to eat, and there, inside the refrigerator, sat a massive sandwich with my name on it, courtesy of my mom. She even put my favorite vitamin water beside it. Best mom ever, I swear. I grabbed my goodies and headed upstairs, wolfing my sandwich along the way. I hit my bedroom with the ensuite bathroom, massive thanks to my dad on that front. He pushed Mom to purchase the house, saying it’d be great for me to have my own domain upstairs, and it wasn’t like they hosted a lot of people at the house. The third bedroom has a bathroom, too. The only difference is, it’s out in the hallway. Secretly, I think Dad is giving me every creature comfort as possible for me not to move out. His motive seems to be working. Every time I turn around, he’s talking me out of moving out, and while I love living with my parents, there will come a time I’ll need to spread my wings and fly the coop. As of right now, I’m content with where I am. Mostly due to the fact that it’s free; they wouldn’t even talk about charging me rent unless they saw me spending money left and right. Then they’d re-think about charging me, and even Mom alluded to the point they’d end up saving what I gave them to help put it towards a place of my own. I finished my sandwich by the time the hot water was steaming up the bathroom. My body was wrung so tight I knew the only thing that would relax me would be an orgasm. Too bad standing up for longer than necessary has my body protesting. I could only get through washing up, and then I was out of the shower.