Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Willow wasn’t interested in sleeping with other man. She was only interested in Cyrus. Yes, it hurt, but she wasn’t going to change that. She had saved herself. It hadn’t been intentional, but she had also not wanted to just sleep with any random guy.
Her parents had something special, and she knew in time that she wanted something special.
Cyrus was the man she wanted to be with.
The pain was completely gone and she was aware of the hard length of his cock. She wanted to know what it felt like. She had written hundreds of books about this moment, but as he pulled out of her so that only the tip remained, she couldn’t help but tense up. Even though she knew it wasn’t going to happen, she tensed up, but there was no pain. Only pleasure.
She cried out and thrust up against him.
Cyrus paused, waiting, but she shook her head and told him not to stop. It felt so good, and she didn’t want him to ever stop.
He rocked inside her, and it set off mini-explosions within her body. It felt so good. Better than good.
She screamed his name and Cyrus fucked her and made love to her, until she watched him come, feeling each ripple as he pulsed his seed inside her. Willow looked into his eyes, didn’t dare look away.
This was it.
She was with him every step of the way. There was a chance after tonight, she might be pregnant.
Chapter Nine
Ray lived in the city. He also worked at a gym, had a nice small apartment. It wasn’t the best place he could live, but it also wasn’t the worst. It had been a year since he had been gone.
Cyrus didn’t wait for an invitation, as he worked the lock and let himself inside. He didn’t know what he expected to find. A trash heap. Boxes of used pizza. Empty beer cans.
The place was spotless.
There was a single sofa, no television, no video games. Nothing. There were a couple of books, and as he lifted them up and opened them, he saw they were from the library. This surprised him. Ray never read a book, as he considered them for nerds.
Moving to the small kitchen, it had a single cooktop and a small stove. Opening the fridge, he didn’t see any beer, but a small carton of milk, orange juice, and the fridge was stacked with fruits, vegetables, and meat.
This couldn’t be his brother’s house.
“You know, the polite thing is to knock and wait when someone is not home. Not let yourself in,” Ray said.
Cyrus stood and turned around.
His overweight brother was no longer overweight. He was clean-shaven. His protruding stomach was gone, and he wore a tight-fitting thermal shirt.
“Ray?” Cyrus asked.
His brother appeared to have cleaned up his act.
“Cyrus,” Ray said. “What’s the matter?”
“I came to see how you’re doing.”
Ray laughed. “You mean, you came to see how badly I was fucking up?”
Cyrus looked at his brother, and he was not even going to change it. There was no point. Ray was a fuckup. The man before him didn’t look anything like his brother.
“Yeah, trust me, I know how badly I fucked up. I don’t know if it was when I realized you stopped the Reapers from killing my ass, or when Dad threw money in my face and told me how disappointed he was. I did think he was going to kill me. He drove me out of Lost Creek, and that was it. He abandoned me. Told me I was on my own.”
“Do you want me to feel guilty?” Cyrus asked.
“Fuck, no. Don’t get me wrong, at first, I was pissed and blaming everyone, then, ... I don’t know. I hitched a ride, and got robbed along the way by a guy who looked like me. Left me in the middle of nowhere. Took all my shit, and I don’t know. I looked in the bathroom mirror, as we’d stopped for the toilet, and I looked at myself. Realized I couldn’t make any excuses. I was in this mess, because I fucked up. I fell for easy pussy and the easy life. Something had to change.”
This was a shock.
“I made it to the city, working on jobs, cash in hand, that kind of thing. Got here and found a gym not too far from here. Told the owner, Jim, that I had to work on myself. He didn’t believe me, but I think he had some kind of bet going or something. Next thing you know, a year had passed, I’d lost a lot of weight, and gained muscle.”
“Some things haven’t changed, you still tell a good fucking story,” Cyrus said.
Ray burst out laughing. “I’m filling you in on my last year. You want to tell me what you’re up to? What brings you to me, because it won’t be for Reaper stuff. I didn’t make it, remember?”