Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“I’m thirty-two,” I admit. “I’ve yet to find my first gray.”
He walks up to where I’m sitting before placing his phone next to mine. “You’d be just as striking with gray hair as you are with red.”
For the first twenty years of my life, I had a love hate relationship with my hair. I wanted to shave my head bald when I was a kid because of the nicknames my friends would bestow on me.
Red.
Fire engine.
Stop sign.
At some point before I graduated from elementary school, I was known by all of those.
Just as I was about to leave my college years behind, I began to appreciate the beauty in my hair. It speaks to how fierce I am. It’s bold in a way that reflects who I am as a woman.
I love it now. I wouldn’t trade it for any other color in the rainbow.
I tuck a strand behind my ear. “Thanks, Joe. The salt and little bit of pepper look you have going on suits you.”
“Little bit of pepper?” he parrots. “You’re being kind.”
“That’s not kindness. It’s honesty,” I correct him. “Your hair is more brown than gray.”
“My brother would argue that point with you,” he says, giving away a detail about his life.
I skip past the urge to ask if his brother is older or younger than him, because, again, this is not a ‘getting to know you’ weekend. My goal for the next two days is to be fucked senseless as often as I can.
He gestures toward the almost bare cutting board. “You enjoyed my creative endeavor.”
“It hit the spot,” I acknowledge with a nod toward my stomach. “I’m all filled up.”
“More wine?” he asks as he picks up the half empty bottle he opened when we first sat down.
I wave my hand over the rim of my glass to chase away his intention to pour more for me. “I don’t want to get tipsy.”
“You had half a glass,” he points out as he tops up his glass. “Are you a lightweight, Summer?”
“A lightweight drinker?” I ask even though I know full well that’s what he means.
He answers with a brisk nod and a smile.
“I’m not,” I confess, although it’s been years since I drank more than one glass of wine or one cocktail in a sitting.
“That’s another little sliver of information I can file away in my memory about the mysterious woman who I spent an unforgettable weekend with.”
I lean forward and tilt my chin up. “What other information have you filed away about me?”
He brushes his lips over my cheek. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I would, but his perception of me is his alone. I’ll leave East Hampton on Sunday with memories of him, too. Maybe they’ll line up with who he is in his real life…maybe they won’t. It doesn’t really matter because this weekend feels like the best dream I’ve ever had.
“I’d like to move ahead with what I proposed earlier,” I effortlessly change the subject to one I know he’s been waiting for.
He backs up a touch. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
I glance toward the main living area and what looks like a very comfortable armchair. “Strip and go sit in that chair.”
His gaze trails mine. “Now?”
I tug the cover up I’m wearing over my head. “Now, Joe.”
Our eyes lock as he moves swiftly to undress. The second his board shorts are down around his thighs, his cock is in view. It’s hard as stone, and a drop of his arousal on the tip beckons me.
I don’t want to waste my first taste of him, so I run my hand over his cock, scooping up the drop of pre-cum with my fingertip before smoothing it over my bottom lip. My tongue follows the same path as he stares at me.
“Jesus,” he whispers, pushing his shorts to the floor. “You’re so fucking hot.”
I lean forward to kiss him softly. “I’m just getting started.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Holden
Last night should be a blur given the copious amount of wine I drank and how little sleep I had, but I remember every glorious fucking moment of it, and I do mean glorious fucking.
I’ve had my fair share of lovers, but none are as memorable as Summer.
She blew me, I ate her sweet pussy, and we fucked twice. The first time was in the chair in the main living area. It was moments after I came down her throat, but the need for her was so great that I had to have a taste of her. As soon as she came apart on my tongue, she wanted to feel me inside of her. I sheathed my cock in a condom before I ordered her to ride me.
We couldn’t take our hands off each other in the pool after the sun set. We kissed for what felt like just short of forever, I got her off with my hand again, and after we showered together, I took her into my bed.