Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 841(@200wpm)___ 672(@250wpm)___ 560(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 841(@200wpm)___ 672(@250wpm)___ 560(@300wpm)
A volley of kisses fluttered across his back. “If you get lost, I promise.”
Her shirt rustled, brushed against him and dropped to the floor. The next thing landed on his shoe. He opened his eyes. A red lace bra draped over his feet. His balls tightened.
Her bare chest pressed against his back, and her mouth, soft and wet, slid over his scars. Oh fuck, there wasn’t a sensation in the world that could rival the caress of her nipples over his skin.
A rumble vibrated through his chest, her nearness like a sensual note quivering from his guitar.
“Tell me,” she breathed on his skin, “what is sex like with you?”
“Wh—” He choked. “What?”
She licked along the bumps of his spine, her tongue a hot wave running over his flesh, leaving goose pimples in its wake. “Describe your most recent sexual encounters.”
No fucking way. He jerked to glance at her and was met with the palm of her hand inches from his face. Was she blocking his view of her? Or of the reflection of his back in the mirror? He looked back at the door in front of him. “Why are you asking me this?”
“You know why.”
Was he so messed up she needed an outline of lessons learned to navigate him? It was safer to keep his shit hidden in the dark. Still, she wanted inside and he wanted to let her. “I don’t remember most of them. I get drunk or stoned to work myself up for…”
“Physical closeness.”
He nodded and dropped his head on his arm where it braced against the wall.
She peppered the valleys between his ribs with flitting kisses. “And the encounters you remember?”
Fuck, he didn’t want her to stop kissing him. Deep breath. “I tie them up.”
She stopped, but didn’t move away. He angled his chin to see her. “I’m so sorry, Charlee. Your history—”
“Don’t you dare apologize.” Fire sparked in her eyes, even as she dragged her lips over his tattoo, inches from his face. “Apparently, you’ve forgotten I’ve been paying men to tie me up for three years.”
His fingers curled on the wallpaper.
“Do you have unprotected sex?” She asked against his shoulder.
“Yes.” He felt dirty and sick with regret, wanting so badly to be clean and deserving of her.
Her tongue darted in lazy circles over the outline of his tattoo.
He grasped for something to dig his nails into, something to reassure her with. “I tested clean at the doctor a couple days ago.”
Hot breaths swept over his bicep, her mouth sucking and tasting the sensitive skin under his arm. He was going to lose her glorious mouth with his next announcement, but a swelling resignation settled around his heart. “Last night, I might’ve fucked—”
“I met your girlfriends. They were pretty vocal about how you didn’t sleep with them.” Her lips moved against his skin. “Though I’ve got to ask. Whose cum was between their legs? It couldn’t have been all theirs.”
The backs of his ears caught fire and saliva filled his mouth. The thoughts of his behavior with those women turned his stomach. “Charlee, I can’t.”
The warmth of her mouth disappeared. In its place, a strange sensation pressed down. What was she doing? He turned his head—
“Close your eyes. Please?”
Uncertainty attacked his nerves and locked up his knees. He closed his eyes.
“I’m not going anywhere. Now tell me about last night.”
The firm pressure on his back distracted him. Her breasts? Her hands?
His head spun with a conflagration of images. Her red lace bra. The wind pummeling the shed. Her sensual lips. The creak of the oven door. He needed the numbing effects of blow. Sifting through his pockets, his hand came up empty. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Maybe you did fuck them. They were covered in semen.”
Her detached voice splintered the vortex of memories. Or was it his aunt’s voice? You’re cold. So cold. Why was she tormenting him? The floor canted and he rocked on his feet. “I don’t know.”
“They called themselves Charlee. I’m your only Charlee, right?”
Mildew and soot chased his rapid inhales. He smacked his hand against the rotting wood wall.
“Jay…Jay?”
Charlee called to him from outside the shed. Her lilt wasn’t accusing. It was soothing and alive and breathing through him. Her lips latched on to his back, holding him to her. “I might not be able to help you, but I’ll share your pain if you let me. Tell me about last night.”
Something cracked inside him. The humiliation he’d tried to keep from her trickled out. “I tied them up and jerked off on their cunts.” He closed his eyes. “I did it while thinking of you and shouting your name over and over until I don’t remember anything else.” His body sagged, and his heart rate depressed.
“Look at me, Jay.”
Eyes aching with vulnerability, he turned half-way in the V of her thighs, stopped. Pale pink nipples filled his vision. They pointed up, one resting erotically against his bicep. He absorbed every detail from their curves and size to their velvety texture. He couldn’t stop his groan nor could he stop himself from completing the turn to face her. The hands on his shoulders slid with his movement.