Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I arrive at Vasey’s room to see her pacing. She stops abruptly at the sight of me and then races over to pat my face, my shoulders, my arms. “Are you all right? You didn’t fight, did you?”
I capture her hands and press a kiss to them. “No fighting, and I’m fine. Come over here and I’ll tell you all about it.”
I lead her over to the set of pretty chairs situated by the window overlooking the stone terrace and the river beyond. I drop into the chair and draw her onto my lap. “Is Jasmine sleeping?”
“Yes, it took her some time, but eventually she drifted off. I had to put a chair under her doorknob and show her how no one could get in and I promised to do the same to my room.”
We both look at Vasey’s unprotected door.
“I knew you were coming,” she says in protest.
“I should spank you.”
An evil smile spreads across her face. “I’d like that.”
“Jesus.” I close my eyes and count to ten.
“You’re hard,” she whispers and wiggles her ass against my erection.
“Yes,” I choke. I gather up the tattered ends of my control and open my eyes. “Good job at distracting me. Do you want to know the rest of the details, or should I just give up and fuck you?”
She pouts a little. “I can’t have a little fun?”
I surge to my feet. “Okay, fucking it is.”
“No. No, I’m kidding,” she squeals softly, a giggle in her throat.
I sit back down, my cock aching but my heart happy at seeing a smile on her face. It’s almost like the last ten years never passed and we’re sitting in a borrowed pickup in the middle of a copse of trees arguing about whether it would be more comfortable inside the cab or in the bed of the truck. We almost always made love inside the cab. The corrugated steel truck beds were uncomfortable as hell. “Fine, but after I’m done, you’re on your knees and sucking me off in penance.”
“How is that penance?” She licks her lips. “That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking about doing.”
She’s a menace. But I can match her. I slip my hand up the bottom of her nightshirt and right past the elastic of her panties. She’s wet, like she’s been thinking of that spanking and licking and fucking for the past few hours. “This is what I’ve been thinking about doing.” My long fingers dive right inside of her in one hard thrust. She cries out and spasms.
“God, West.”
“Oh, I know, sweetness. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”
Chapter Fifteen
VASEY
“Too long.” I moan, gripping the front of his shirt. West works his fingers in and out of me. My mind flashes back to when we were teenagers. He wanted our first time together to not be painful, so he’d broken my hymen with his fingers while his mouth devoured me. I’d barely felt the pain. But that was the thing about West; he could always take it away and fill it with something else. Something that was so much more.
West pulls his hand out, making me gasp. “Hey.” I watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, taking his time to suck my pleasure away from each one of them. He closes his eyes, savoring it. A long groan comes from him.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your taste, sweetness.” His eyes open. “Missed this.” West claims my mouth in another kiss, letting me get a taste too. I get lost in him, the way I always have.
“Naked,” I say between kissing, wanting there to no longer be anything between us. Yearning for us to be skin to skin again after all of these years going without each other. We pull and yank at each other's clothes, desperate for one another. “Inside me,” I tell him when I’m finally naked. West lifts me, tossing me to the center of the bed. I barely hit the mattress, and he’s coming down on top of me.
“I give the orders in bed.”
“Please.” I reach down between us, wrapping my hand around his cock.
“This first time will be quick.” I smile inwardly, loving the fact that my touch still has the same effect on him after all these years.
“Yes,” I agree. “Take the edge off.” All I want is to feel connected to him. My whole body aches with the need. West takes over, guiding his cock to my entrance. Our eyes stayed locked as he thrusts fully inside of me to the hilt. My body accepts every inch of him.
“Vasey,” he groans. I grab his shoulders. I’m so full of him it almost burns, but in the sweetest of ways.
I lick my lips and say, "Go on, West. You’re not going to break me.”
“Never.” He pulls out, thrusting back in, his mouth coming down onto mine.