Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Alrighty, then … I glanced back toward the party, then spotted a cluster of empty cups that had been left on the play structure. They offended my sense of order and cleanliness, and that’s when I realized something wonderful.
I had something to offer these people.
I’d been feeling out of place ever since I’d gotten here, and while the women were definitely friendly and the drinking was fun, I hadn’t quite known what to do with myself. But this—making sure things got picked up, or keeping an eye out for stragglers like Painter? I could do this and help Reese in the process, because despite the fact that it was a social event, you’d have to be an idiot not to see he was under a lot of pressure here.
Better yet? I could do it and still drink.
I felt my stress drop away and I nearly laughed out loud, because I had a job to do, helping the man who’d gone out of his way to help me.
Life was good.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was still high off my little revelation when arms came around me from behind, catching the cups I’d been holding and setting them on the table. Then Reese turned me toward him, looking down at me in satisfaction.
“You throw yourself right in, don’t you?” he asked, and I smiled, puzzled. “You’re picking up, helpin’ the girls. I even saw you talkin’ to Painter despite the fact that he’s been sort of an asshole to you. You like takin’ care of people, don’t you?”
I rolled my eyes, feeling all smug.
“I’m just being polite,” I said. “Who sits around at a party ignoring a mess like this? I’ve had fun hanging out with the other women, too—they seem like a good group. They’re really friendly, and they’ve told me all sorts of interesting things about you.”
“Really?” he asked, smirking. “Why don’t you fill me in.”
With that he drew me away from the table, catching my hand and leading me past the bonfire toward the same corner of the courtyard where I’d talked to Painter earlier. The giant tree sheltered everything, and behind the massive trunk you couldn’t really see the rest of the party. It formed something like an outdoor room back here, with the corner of the courtyard wall ensuring privacy.
Reese grinned at me, then sat down and leaned back against the trunk. I tried to sit next to him, but he caught my leg and tugged it over his waist. I fell off balance and then I was straddling him, hands braced against his shoulders. His own hands caught my waist, pulling my pelvis down and into his.
Oh, very nice … Like always, being near him filled me with tension and longing, a feeling I knew was mutual because his penis was getting harder and harder. It pushed up at me through our jeans, and I couldn’t help myself. I just had to wiggle around just a little.
Reese groaned, then his fingers dug into my ass hard, dragging me up and down along his length.
“Christ, feels like forever since I’ve touched you. Been stuck yap-pin’, instead of hanging out with my girl.”
“I was a little upset with you earlier,” I admitted. He leaned forward and started sucking on my neck. Not hard enough to make a mark, just enough to heat me up and start driving me crazy. The space between my legs was hot and empty. I wanted him up inside, filling me, stretching me … We’d been together enough now that I knew it would be good, but not so much that the mystery was gone. This position, for example. I realized that I’d never been on top with him before.
So much potential.
I caught my hands in his hair and jerked his head back, then kissed him hard, reversing our usual roles. My tongue plunged deep and he reached between us, unhooking the button on the front of my pants. Then his hands slid down my ass, under my jeans and underwear, cupping me hard as our mouths fought with each other.
Finally I pulled back, out of breath, panting. I felt how much he wanted me—his dick was harder than a rock, and that wasn’t an exaggeration. Like a pillar of granite. I wanted to taste it … Yes, I definitely needed to taste him now that I’d finally gotten him alone, because who knew how long it would be before someone found him and needed something? Knowing my luck they’d spot us any minute.
Well, if they did, they’d get a show because I was tired of waiting.
What? Sheesh, how much have I had to drink? That isn’t me.
But why couldn’t it be me? I’d been stuck doing the right thing, being a good girl, my whole damned life. Fuck that.
“So you still pissed?” he asked.
“What?”
“You still pissed at me?” he asked again. “Right before you kissed me, you said that I’d upset you. What’s the problem?”