Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I keep glancing outside, waiting for the right time, and finally, dusk is upon us. “Want to sit out on the balcony with me?” I ask her.
“Sure.” She shrugs. I offer her my hand, grab the extra blanket I stole from one of the spare bedrooms, and lead her outside. Sitting in the lounger, I pull her onto my lap, and she comes willingly.
“Oh,” she says as a shiver races through her. “I was wondering why the blanket, but that wind is chilly.” She helps me place the cover over both of us. “Much better,” she says, resting her head back against my chest.
“Are you warm enough?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her, holding her close.
“Yeah,” she replies softly.
We sit in silence, enveloped in one another as the sun sets over the crystal-blue waters.
As the last peaks of the sun begin to disappear, I slide my hand beneath her shirt. “This okay?” I ask.
“Everything with you is more than okay, Foster,” she replies softly.
“Yeah?” I ask. “How about this?” I move my hand to slip beneath the tiny lounge shorts I convinced her to purchase last night when we were shopping. “Is this okay?” I lightly trace the waistband of her panties.
“That, too,” she breathes.
Sliding my hand beneath her panties, I find her pussy wet and warm. “And this?” I ask, running my fingers through her folds.
“Mm-hmm,” she hums.
Slowly, I slide one finger inside her, taking my time, stroking with a leisurely pace. “This?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.
“All of it, Foster.”
I stop asking as I add another finger. Her hand grips my arm that’s still locked around her waist, and her back arches away from my body. “That’s— How are you so good at that?” she asks, and despite the desire coursing through my veins, I laugh.
“I think you’re biased,” I tell her. I mean, I am the only man who’s ever touched her intimately—well, not the only, but I know for certain, my cock is the only one on this earth that’s ever felt her from the inside.
Her pussy clutches my fingers as a moan falls from her lips. “Foster.”
“What do you need, Eden? I’ll give you anything.” Not just sexually. I know without a shadow of a doubt that if it’s within my power, I’d give her anything she asked me for.
“Please—” she says, her voice cutting off as I start to move my fingers a little faster, pumping inside her.
“Are you gonna let me hear you?” I ask, my lips nipping at her ear.
“Someone might hear,” she pants.
“They might hear you, but they won’t see you. I’d never let anyone see you,” I tell her. A possessiveness I’ve never felt washes over me. Her pleasure is for my eyes only.
“Come for me, Eden. Let me feel you soak my hand.” My words send her over the edge as she calls out my name. I don’t remove my fingers from inside her until her body relaxes limply into mine. Only then do I move my hand to my mouth, licking my fingers clean.
“You did not just do that,” she says, and I can hear the shock in her tone.
“I did. Now, I’m going to carry you into our room, clean you up with my mouth, and then make love to you.” I don’t wait for the panic this time because I know it’s not going to show.
Eden is different.
I swore that there would be no one else for me. I told myself that I wasn’t man enough to fight for Violet and what we had, so I didn’t deserve another shot. I was the reject, the boy who deemed myself unworthy.
Then I met Eden.
Now, I know it’s time to change the play. It’s time to man up and show this incredible woman what she means to me. I’ve fallen completely under her spell. Eden has brought me back to life, giving me something of my own.
Her.
She gave herself to me, and that’s a gift I’ll never again take for granted.
Chapter Sixteen
Eden
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I’m standing in Foster’s bedroom, looking at the pile of clothes on the bed. I’ve tried on every outfit that I brought with me, and I still can’t decide what to wear.
The last month has been a dream come true. Foster and I have grown closer, and we spend a lot of time together. I spend more time here than I do at my place. We don’t talk about what we are to one another. We just are, and I’m okay with that.
There’s no pressure to put a label on anything. We enjoy each other’s company, in and out of the bedroom. Carrie wants to meet him, and I keep telling her that we’re not there yet. Then, last night, Foster dropped a bomb on me. Landry, one of his best friends and teammates, is having a cookout at his place for Memorial Day.