Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I slip on a pair of panties and then a long shirt, walking out to make my coffee. “Today,” I tell myself as I make my coffee. “You have today to think about last night and this morning, and then you forget about it.” I scoff. “Fat chance of that happening.” With my coffee cup to my lips, I know he’s going to be in my dreams, and he’s going to be the star of many nights I spend with my trusty friend.
Chapter 9
Manning
I open my eyes when the phone rings and look at the brown wall. I close my eyes again. “Evelyn,” I say and reach out for her as the phone stops ringing.
I find the bed empty, and I push up on my elbows, looking at the spot where I left her. The last time I saw her was when I picked her hips up and slammed into her at around five a.m. After not having her for forty-five minutes—forty-five fucking minutes—I craved her again.
The phone rings again, making me sit up and walk to the living room area. Looking around, I see my clothes on the couch. The bathroom door is closed. I walk to the couch and take my phone out, seeing that it’s Murielle.
I look at the door and then back at the phone, wondering if I should answer it. How the fuck do you explain to the woman who you spent the night with cherishing that you have a wife? The thought makes my stomach sick.
The phone stops ringing. “Evelyn,” I say and look down when the phone pings in my hand.
Murielle: Your son would like to talk to you.
I exhale and walk to the bathroom door knocking once. “Evelyn.” I say her name again and then hear nothing. The silence is fucking eerie. I look around to spot anything that is hers, and my heart picks up speed when I don’t see anything.
I ripped her panties over by the door when I devoured her. Fuck, she tasted like heaven. And she didn’t shy away, she pulled my hair, and my cock stirs when I think of how she got on her knees.
“Time for you to catch up,” she said right before her mouth took my cock into her mouth to the back of her throat. I couldn’t move; it was fucking glorious. All I could do was watch her try to take me into her mouth. I watched her move her mouth up and down my cock. “Your cock,” she said. “Best looking cock.” I didn’t know what to say. “Tonight,” she said as she twirled her tongue around the head of my cock, “I’m going to ride this like a fucking rodeo queen.” It’s the last thing she said to me before I told her I was coming. I was expecting her to jump off me but not my woman. She took me, all of me.
My eyes move to the table that holds two empty cans of whipped cream next to a plate of strawberries. It was around three a.m. when I got up and ordered the strawberries and cream. Right after she rode me like the fucking rodeo queen she was. It was also our round three at that time. I look around, and I don’t even see any condom wrappers. I open the door, but I don’t know why I’m shocked it’s empty.
I look at the wet towels on the floor that we used to mop up the bubble bath that overflowed. I spot a lone condom wrapper on the counter and pick it up as my phone rings again in my hand.
“What?” I bark.
“Is that any way to speak to your wife?” Murielle’s voice comes through, and my cock suddenly goes down. “You didn’t come home last night.”
“I thought you said Jaxon wanted to talk to me.” I don’t even bother answering her question. She’s spent half of last month sneaking in at six a.m., not that I cared. Fuck, I was hoping she wouldn’t come home at all.
“Someone is cranky this morning,” she says.
“I’m hanging up so unless Jaxon wants me,” I say, and she huffs out. It’s time to buy him a cell phone.
“Hey, Dad,” Jaxon says, coming onto the phone. “What did you want?” he says, and I shake my head. “Mom said you wanted to talk to me.”
“Did she?” I say, my stomach sinking. I fucking hate when she uses him as a fucking pawn, and I’ve told her that more than once.
“I did.” I lie to him. It’s one thing for me to hate her, but I’m not going to turn him against his mother. She can do that all on her own. “I was just confirming we are still having a boys’ day.”
“Yeah,” he says. “What time are you going to be home?”
I look at myself in the mirror. “Soon,” I say. “Love you.” I wait for him to answer and then hang up. I look at my chest and smile. Her teeth marks next to my nipple look like they’re going to bruise, and I think about when she gave it to me.