Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Together we leave the gym. We stop in the kitchen to fill up our water bottles, and I can’t help looking around. Where is everyone? Sienna and Brett are gone, of course, and Evangeline is probably in her suite planning for this afternoon and evening. But the others?
I haven’t seen Misty since last night…and I have no desire to.
But Emily…
Where is Emily?
I stop the thought abruptly. She’s obviously not fucking Brett since he’s gone. But she could easily be with either Sebastian or Alex. The woman seems to want to get around.
Which of course is the whole idea behind this event. We all need to get to know each other. So now I'll get to know Heather, maybe even in the biblical sense.
We climb the staircase, and I lead her to my suite and open the door. She walks in ahead of me, and a moment later, she’s removed that sexy workout bra and her pert tits fall against her chest. Her nipples are hard and ready.
Apparently so is she, so I’m a bit confused why she seemed tentative at first. I cock my head.
“Something wrong?” she asks.
“Nope. You just seem in a hurry now.”
“In a hurry?” She laughs. “I’m here to shower, River. Last time I checked, most people shower without their tops.” She kicks off her sneakers. “And without shoes and socks.”
“Yeah. Of course.” My cheeks warm, and not from the recent workout. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I should be on that fucking ferry with Sienna. I should be checking on Rachel and figuring out where she and Ginger went. I let Evangeline talk me out of it when she said her life was in danger.
But for the love of God…
I’m in my suite with a beautiful woman—one I haven’t given a lot of consideration to—who’s ready to hop in the shower with me.
I smile and grab her hand. “Come on.” I lead her through the sitting area to my large bedroom.
Hmm.
She shows no surprise at the size of the room and en suite bathroom.
That probably means she saw Sebastian’s suite last night, and if I know Seb—and I do know him—he didn’t stop at kissing.
I strip off my sweaty workout clothes and turn on the shower.
Heather strides up behind me. She’s fully naked now, and a wonderful sight she is. Shorter and slightly curvier than Emily, but super gorgeous in her own way. I touch her upper arm and turn her slightly so I can see the viper on her shoulder. It’s striking and intricate. Pictured in a coiled position, as if ready to strike, it moves almost gracefully with the lines of Heather’s muscles. Blue is the main hue, but the scales are artfully done with green and gold, making the piercing red of the snake’s eyes pop.
“Why a viper?” I can’t help asking.
She shrugs. “Why not?”
I turn her back to face me. “I’m serious. It’s beautiful work. Are you saying you don’t have a reason for choosing it?”
She averts her eyes from mine. “I don’t talk about that. Are we going to shower or what?”
Hmm. Definitely a story there, and I bet she doesn’t share easily. Does Sebastian know?
“Absolutely.” The shower is good and steamy, so I open the doors. “After you.”
Heather walks into the shower and tilts her head under the stream of water, wetting her hair. The rivulets meander down her taut body, over her hard nipples, down to her bare pussy.
I kneel before her. “Spread your legs,” I command.
She opens her eyes and moves her head away from the water. “Absolutely.”
I take a moment to look at her. Really look. Something I didn’t do with Emily last night. If I’m going to get my mind off the English beauty, I need to approach things differently with Heather.
Her pussy is plump and pink, and when I slide my fingers over her folds… “Nice. You’re wet.”
I touch my tongue to her clit and she moans softly. Then I tilt my neck as far as it will go and taste her sweetness. Damn. She tastes like morning dew, and my cock hardens as I lick her. The water pelts me as I continue, sucking her labia and tugging on them, and then nipping at her clit.
“Oh, God…” Her voice blends with the whooshing of the water over us. “Feels good. So good.”
“Tastes good too,” I mutter against her flesh. I leave her pussy a moment and kiss her wet thighs, grab her ass. Then I turn her around quickly and slide my tongue between her cheeks before plunging it over her pussy again. “Touch your clit,” I tell her. “Touch yourself.”
She braces one hand against the shower wall and then obeys me, her hand sliding between her legs. I lap up her juices as she pleasures herself, and with each moan my cock gets harder and harder.