Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Hug!” The student stops in her tracks, spins around, and runs back to Drena. Never in my life did I consider settling down, having a wife or a family. One day with Audrena James is changing everything.
I want to love this woman with everything I’ve got.
I want to see my ring on her finger.
And.
I want to see her pregnant with my child.
My head fucking spins, dizzy with the knowledge that I’m going to do whatever it takes to make this woman mine. I’m going to be the kind of man she deserves, nothing like my father. I’ll be the man my mom tried her hardest to stay alive for. In the back of her mind, she had to know what Dad was really like, even if she loved him as much as I know she did. Death can change people, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worst. Dad is definitely the latter. In my eyes, he’s not much of a man, more like a shell of the person he once was.
Drena catches my attention, holding up her finger in a give me a minute signal. I nod, not worried about having to wait for her. I could have stayed home a bit longer before riding over. Probably could have at least called Rhodes to figure out who would be opening tomorrow at the very least. Fuck, I was not thinking about planning tomorrow morning. Maybe we can work out a plan where he opens and I close. Hours that coincide with Drena’s wouldn’t be a bad idea.
“Sorry about that. My last lesson ran over a few minutes, and I wanted to change out of my work clothes.” She comes out faster than I thought possible. Her once loose hair is now up in a messy bun on top of her head. The dress she was wearing was replaced by a tank top, jean shorts, and canvas sneakers. She’s got a small bag strapped to her back, and I’d say Drena is coming prepared this time.
“Not a problem. You got everything?” My hand reaches out to help her slide behind me.
“Yep, I hope you don’t mind. I brought a change of clothes as well as a bathing suit, and toothbrush.” My guess is answered with her response.
“Not at all. You ever surf?” I ask.
“With a board, no. Body and boogie boarding, heck yes.” A smile tips up my lips, one that I’m letting her see.
“Gonna get you on a board tomorrow morning.” Her foot goes to the peg, and she uses it to lift her body up and over until she’s planted behind me.
“I can’t say I’ll be any good, but I’m game,” she says as she settles behind me.
“You’ll do fine.” I start up the bike, the exhaust echoing along the quiet street. Drena lives closer toward the downtown area, whereas I live on the beach.
“If you say so,” her voice whispers across my ear. Her arms wrap around my waist, and then we’re heading off. I’m ready to take her back to my place for a lot fucking longer than the night.
6 Drena
“On my face, Drena. Now.” Kade brought me back to his place after work. He cooked us dinner, only allowing me to do the bare minimum. I made the salad while he grilled steak and potatoes to utter freaking perfection. When it came to cleaning up, Kade was back to being bossy, not letting me so much as put the dishes in the dishwasher, wipe down the counters, or put away the leftovers. He did every single thing, though he did let me know that if I wanted to return the favor, there was always breakfast tomorrow.
“Hold on. You want me to sit?” I take what seems like a gulp of air. “On your face?” Surely, I’m not hearing him right. Never in my life have I been told to sit on a man’s face. Aren’t men worried about being suffocated? Or am I overthinking the whole process? I mean, what woman wouldn’t be thinking all the things? Am I too heavy, will I suffocate him with my thighs, am I too wet?
“Yeah, Drena, climb your sexy-as-fuck self up here and sit on my face.” He’s serious, dead serious. Kade is flat on his back, head on the pillow, as naked as I am, and he doesn’t have a care in the world. Meanwhile, I’m wondering if I should really do as he says or if maybe this time around, I can take his cock in my mouth.
“Kade.” My eyes move from his to the hand he has wrapped around his hard dick, slow and steady as he jacks his cock, a slight flick of his wrist with every downward stroke.
“Want my girl up here. Want you to flood my mouth with your juices. Want to fuck you with my tongue until you can’t take it anymore.” The proof of his desire is glistening on the tip of his cock. My thighs clench, my core aches, the feeling of emptiness takes hold, and I let go of every worry. Here this man lies, wanting every single part of me, and I’m the one holding up the process. “Take my hand, babe.” Kade reaches out toward me, and my hand grabs his, then I walk up the mattress on my knees.