Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Somehow though, we’re done and it’s time to go. Which is a struggle in itself with car seats and who is going to ride with whom. So, after what feels like an eternity, we make it to the hotel where we’re all staying. The team is staying here as well, which means all the men will be here too. Which means he will be here.
And now it’s only a matter of time.
As soon as everyone gets to their rooms and I’m inside mine, I hear a click. My heart soars in my chest, knowing he must have an extra key, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps when the door pushes open to reveal him. I’m standing at the opposite wall and when he steps inside, I’m taking off and rushing to him. I’m crashing into his tall frame and he’s hauling me up and wrapping me around his body and then we’re kissing like it’s been ages. And it has been, right? Days, weeks, ages.
When we come up for air, I whisper, “You were being so mean to everyone.”
He squeezes his arms around me, his face so handsome, his eyes so pretty. “Because I’ve been away from my sweet Little Strawberry for so long.”
I smile and tell him, “It’s okay. I’m here to cut through your poison.
Before I fuse our lips together and resume kissing him.
“Oh my God, we’re going to be so late,” I complain, digging into my luggage to look for a dress for tonight. I brought several, just to have choices, and now I don’t know what to go with. I’m thinking about texting Tempest to get her opinion when the selection is made for me.
I’m kneeling on the carpeted floor, my suitcase open in front of me and all my clothes in disarray, when the reason we’re going to be late somehow appears from behind me, leans forward and plucks a deep purple dress from the heap by the side of the suitcase.
“Here,” he says, his voice deep and gruff.
Without looking at him, I snatch it out of his hand and look it over. It’s made of chiffon with thin spaghetti straps and a deep V neck. I don’t have a lot of cleavage to show but with its built-in bra and corset style top, my boobs do look great. Plus it has a frilly skirt that stops midthigh and shows off my legs. Paired with my favorite heels, this dress is going to look awesome for going to the team party tonight.
I turn to him, grinning, and place a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thank you. This is perfect.”
Without waiting for an answer, I spring to my feet and run to the bathroom. I dig around my make-up bag, get out my mascara and blush. My red lipstick is out on the counter. I have the hair curler plugged in already and so I get to work. When I notice a movement behind me in the mirror, I say, “No, don’t even think about it.”
He doesn’t answer and after a few seconds, I finally focus on him. He’s standing at the door, his arms folded across his bare chest. His hair’s wet from the shower we just took, wayward drops falling and sliding down his neck and collarbone. In gray sweatpants that hang low on his torso, he looks like the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. He also looks like the biggest man I’ve ever seen. By that I mean, his dick. The shape of which I can see through the fabric. It’s hard and it’s bulging out and my mind is alternating between licking those drops of water or licking the precum that must be dripping out of his cock.
Like I had earlier today.
After he came to the room yesterday, we stayed up most of the night, talking, kissing, having sex, eating strawberries. Some of them he fed me. As in, he took a bite himself and then kissed me on the mouth. Using his tongue, he pushed the little bite inside. Some of them he ate off me. As in, he rubbed the fruit on my pussy, played with my clit, even pushed it inside with his finger before scooping it out and eating it, coated in my juices. By the time we were done, I was a mess. Covered in his bites and strawberry kisses.
In the morning, our plan was to spend some time with the family. He didn’t want to, but I told him we have to keep up appearances and not completely disappear on everyone. But it all went to pieces when in the morning I woke up with this stabbing pain in my tummy and the familiar heaviness in my pelvis. My period. Although the stabbing pain wasn’t what had woken me; it was him. It was the fact he was slowly, very slowly, fucking into me. We were lying on our sides, with him being the big spoon, and when he realized I was awake, he said, his voice roughened from sleep, “Woke up to your blood. On your thighs and the sheets. My thighs.” He licked my ear, making me shiver. “My dick too. You bring a gift for me, baby?”