Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
"Sure. Exactly. Coincidental, nothing more."
He rubs his head, dragging his fingers through his short red hair, and sighs. I know he's just being protective, and I appreciate it. I really do. But it's also starting to get on my nerves. If he doesn't leave soon, I swear I'm going to start screaming.
"Wilson, I'm fine. You need to stop worrying about me so much. I am a big girl. I know that's hard for you to grasp, and I get it. You've looked after me, and I appreciate everything you've done. Go, please. I'm going to take a nap. I didn't sleep much last night, and I want to be ready when Allister gets back."
Wilson grumbles under his breath and heads out the front door without a goodbye. I wait a moment to be sure he's gone, then flip open the laptop to finish the last few sentences of the story. Allister wanted it steamy, and the more I wrote, the more I discovered I have one darn filthy mind.
"That's the highest honor I've ever had, babe. Look, your blood on my cock."
Allister leans down to take my mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, stealing my breath, before he pulls back and brushes the hair off my forehead. He's lying next to me, my body still shivering from the orgasms.
Ugh, it's not good, but that's where I wanted the story to end. Right after our first time together. I never really imagined what my first time would be like. And I certainly never expected it to be with another virgin. It's perfect that we both waited for the right one.
Well, I didn't exactly have a choice. But Allister? Knowing he's never been with a woman makes me swoon. And to know that he wants me?
Well, perfect book boyfriend. And he's real.
11
Allister
Taking a deep breath, I grab the white enameled box off the passenger seat of the Suburban. Deep pink ribbon, tied just for her. I know she'll like it. I drove back from Chicago like the road was on fire, and it still wasn't fast enough. "Go time."
I've sent her something every day I've been gone, but the package she got today is the one that matters. I could hear the smile in her voice on the phone an hour ago. It's been a few weeks, and it feels like years.
Forever, somehow.
My chest is tight, my cock already rock-hard, and still my hands want to shake. We've talked for hours every night we've been apart. I've told her things no one else knows, and she's done the same. Tonight is the first time for both of us, with each other. What an honor that is.
Her taste. Her scent. Her softness. They've filled my head every hour we've been apart. The hunger in me is as raw as any wound.
Now it's here, and I can't imagine doing this for the first time with anyone but Leah. If I'd done it before, with someone else, it wouldn't mean what this means. She saved this for me, and what a fucking honor that is. I'm losing my man card, and I don't care. I'd never soil what she's giving me, or what I want to give her.
I stop at the door and pull in a breath that strains my lungs. This is it, and I know it. As I reach for the handle, she comes around the corner past the glass door, and I freeze. Her hair falls in waves of warm brown, split over her shoulders into two dark rivers against the sheer white of the nightgown I sent. The hem sits high on her thigh, teasingly short.
A sneaky smile tips her lush lips as she inches toward the door, forearms braced on her crutches. I love them as much as all the other parts of her. And I love that she's easy with them around me, smiling, still feeling sexy. She knows right now that she's beautiful. And wanted. More than wanted, needed.
When the door finally clicks open, and she swings it wide, my dick is weeping inside my trousers. Throbbing, nearly bent in half, like it's trying to get to her on its own.
My hand comes up to tangle in her hair first. I need that. For her to feel my ownership. And that does it for me. From the look in her eyes, I know she understands, too.
I tighten my grip, looking into her eyes as they widen, and her lips fall open. She's waiting for whatever is coming next. Offering herself with her willing silence.
"You're going to be mine today, aren't you, precious? All of you. And I'm going to be yours."
I don't give her a chance to speak. Her answer is in her face. It's in her eyes, in the way her shoulders drop lower with every word.