Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“That was… wow.” Her voice breaks the haze. Pretty sure I may have blacked out at one point. That’s how fucking amazing it is to be with Ronnie.
“Not done with you yet, either. I didn’t even get to play with your ass, Foxy.” I go to move back, more than ready to take this to bed and fuck her from behind.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“Now you’re in for it, Foxy.” I stand up and hold a hand out to help her up. We’re both a mess, and we’ll be doing it again. My gaze locks on our combined come that slides out of her pussy, painting her thighs, and goddamn, do I like the sight of Ronnie messy from being together.
16
RONNIE
I’m between awake and asleep, trying to open my eyes while my body attempts to pull me back under. My hand slides along the sheets, feeling nothing but cold cotton, and I remember Jude jerked awake sometime during the night. I woke up long enough to ask if everything was okay. He replied that nothing was wrong and to go back to sleep. That had to have been hours ago. I also should have gotten my lazy ass up to at least sit with him instead of rolling over, snatching his pillow, and falling right back into a peaceful sleep.
I sit straight up, realizing just how much of an asshole move I made by letting Jude go. It doesn’t take me long to do my morning ritual of stretching my arms and extending my legs before I get my butt into the bathroom. My bladder and my teeth need to be attended to, stat.
Jude’s bed is luxurious and also at a height where my feet don’t touch the ground when I swing my legs over the edge. It looks like I’m going to have to slide down this massive thing. My gaze bounces around, looking for one of Jude’s shirts. The one I wore last night in the living room is more than likely still on the floor after he peeled it off my body one devastating inch at a time. My body shivers thinking about finally having Jude inside me. I take a step, feeling the twinge of tenderness between my legs. It’s been a long time since I slept with someone, and my toys definitely aren’t near as big as Jude. Plus, there’s his piercing. The barbell isn’t huge by any means, still, it took some adjusting. And the sensations of it dragging along the walls of my pussy? Out-of-this-world amazing.
I make my way to the master bathroom and find a shirt on the top of the dresser. I slip it on and go about my business. When I get a look at myself in the mirror, I give myself a jump scare. There are lines on my face from the sheets, and my hair is sticking up on one side, making me look like a cockatoo. I try to tame the wild locks by combing my fingers through it, but nothing is working. It’s bedhead to the extreme mixed with Jude’s hands tousling it last night. I flip my head over, gather my hair in one hand, and pull a hair tie around the ponytail twice before turning it into some kind of crazy haphazard bun.
Once I’m done, I walk back into the bedroom, go to the stack of clothes I piled on top of my bag, grab a pair of panties to wear, and immediately put them on. As much as I’d like to have a repeat performance of last night, Jude is more important. Then I pull the covers up from the foot of the bed, arrange the pillows, and make the bed in an almost haphazardly way. I probably wouldn’t have even made it, except before getting in bed for a nap yesterday, it looked neat and orderly. Unlike my own at my place, the only time my bed is made is when I change the sheets, and that’s only because I don’t have a choice.
“Jude,” I lightly call out his name when I walk out of his room and into the hallway. I’m hopeful he woke up, took care of whatever had him jumping out of a deep sleep, and fell asleep on the couch. I’d have loved for him to get back in bed with me, but from what I’ve learned about him, he’s too selfless to do something like that. He’d rather put himself out than disturb me. I roll my eyes. As if my sleep is more important than his.
He doesn’t respond as I meander further into the hallway, peeping into each open doorway until I find him. Jude is sitting at his desk, shirtless, a couple of files scattered, and he’s tapping away at one of the three keyboards he has in front of him. What really throws me for a loop is the pair of black frames on his handsome face. Are they reading glasses or blue-light-blocking glasses? I think to myself as I watch him work away. He doesn’t realize I’m being a certified creeper or what it’s doing to my aching body.