Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Today was strange. I was mad at him—still am, I think—but he was able to take me out of my head for a while and prevented me from obsessing about not being able to move forward until I see Jared.
My phone continues to ring, buzzing on the bathroom counter, so I lower myself deeper into the water until it covers my head and muffles the sound. I lie there, finally letting my mind decompress.
So much has changed, particularly because of one big oaf who keeps getting himself and his dick into trouble. Bubbles escape my mouth and rise to the water’s surface as I laugh. Only Hawke would do something as stupid as taking three Viagra. It’s fucking ridiculous. And hilarious.
When the water starts to turn cold and my skin starts to prune, I get out of the bath and check my phone. It’s still buzzing. I don’t even have to look at the screen to know it’s him.
I can’t help but be curious about his predicament, and so, after I dry off and dress, I grab my laptop and tuck my feet under my ass as I sit on my couch and hack into his cameras.
He comes up on the second camera, still in the living room. He’s sitting on the couch, spread eagle, his hand wrapped around his cock as he pumps it, his other hand holding his phone to his ear. Persistent fucker. I almost feel cruel now. I flip my phone over and see his name appear again. This time, I do answer.
“Finally.” He huffs, and I can hear his hand moving.
“How is your problem going?” I ask, biting the inside of my cheek. This guy, I swear…
“Better if you were here,” he growls.
“I don’t think you’re allowed near my vagina until it recovers.” I watch him on the camera and his hand pauses.
“So you’re saying there’ll be a next time?” he questions, and when I don’t answer, he says, “Lover?”
“Maybe.”
“Good. How about tomorrow?”
“Ummm, no.”
“Today then?” he says. “Please, come back.”
“I think you can take care of that yourself. Besides, you might not be home tomorrow if you’re getting the blood drained from your cock in the hospital.”
His hand freezes on his cock. “That’s not really what happens, is it?”
“Sure is. Better get that hand working faster.”
“Fuck,” he curses as his speed increases.
“Put your back into it,” I say cheekily, and his gaze darts straight to the camera. A slow smirk draws across his face as he continues stroking himself.
“You’re enjoying this a little too much,” he scolds. “Tell me, what did you like…”
“When I left,” I joke.
“Liar.”
“I liked it when you bit me,” I confess.
When I was in the bathtub, I looked at my body, which happened to be covered in bite marks. And I liked it. I liked it even more when he was the one doing the biting. How and why I like it confuses me. And I know he wouldn’t judge me because he loved doing it as much as I loved receiving it.
“Good, what else…”
“All of it.”
“Are you wet?” he asks.
“No. I’m sore.”
“I could make you feel better. My tongue could make you feel better.”
“I’m going to sleep now,” I say sweetly.
“It’s daytime,” he reminds me.
“Yes, and you kept me up all night, fucking me.”
“And I can repeat that today if you like.” I can’t help the laugh that leaves me at his words as I hang up on him.
CHAPTER 35
Ivy
The next day, Billie pops over with a container of home-baked cookies. When I open it, I flip her off because she’s written Sorry about your vag across them with icing.
“He was freaking out about it. It only just went down,” she says, laughing at Hawke’s expense. I’m shaking my head because I’ve been working on one of my freelance jobs since I hung up on Hawke yesterday. I uncurl myself from the couch enough to eat one of the cookies because my vagina deserves it.
I had texted Billie about how much Hawke really needed a friend and that he’d had a hard-on because he was playing with Viagra. We’ve been messaging back and forth all day, even while she was at work. To be honest, I’d been waiting for an update to say he went to the hospital to have it taken care of. So when she explains that he called Ford yesterday afternoon after I left, freaking out that his dick had been erect for twelve hours, I’m a little surprised. Glad I gave my best efforts for eight of those hours.
I didn’t check back on the cameras when I woke up this morning. I just got straight to work, and then I fell back asleep. The situation wasn’t urgent enough for me, considering he inflicted it on himself. The dumbass.
“So did he go to the hospital?” I ask.
“No. Apparently, a stern talking from Eli with a gun to his head for exposing himself to Jewel as he frantically asked everyone what to do was enough to deflate him.”