Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“It depends when you’re leaving to reach Boston.”
“Around four, I’d say.”
“Oooh. We might have to reschedule MOP.”
“No. We’re not rescheduling MOP. We’re MOP’ing.”
A corner of her mouth wiggled. Almost like she was pleased to know he wanted to make out with her. Did this girl own a fucking mirror, or what? Any man worth his salt would kill for a shot. “We’re only going to have about twenty minutes between getting back from rock climbing and you leaving for practice.”
Robbie scoffed. “I can make magic happen in half that time, Rocket.”
“Really? Maybe I should be calling you Rocket.”
“Nah, you’re going to be calling me Big Daddy later,” Robbie boasted, forgetting all about his erection and standing up while scratching his chest hair. At least, he forgot about it until Skylar’s eyes grew three times in size. “Shit.” He turned to face the opposite direction and glanced down to get an accurate picture of what she’d seen. Good God, he looked like he had a torpedo in his pants. “Sorry about that.”
“I-I . . .” She struggled for words. “When did it get like that?”
“I woke up like this.”
“And you were just carrying on a normal conversation with it?”
“Uh, yeah. It’s a skill we’re all required to learn during puberty, Skylar. These things have a mind of their own.”
“Well . . .” Was she breathing harder than before? “What are you planning to do about it?”
“Honestly?” He looked back at Skylar over his shoulder, inordinately pleased to find her attention locked on his ass. “Wait until you go out to pitch, then . . .”
Two beats of silence passed. “Then what?”
That whispered question had Robbie’s forehead wrinkling, his gaze seeking her out once again over his shoulder, his cock thickening that final, painful degree when she looked flushed and . . . interested? Excited? “You want details?”
Her nod was slight, but it was there.
Pulses were firing at the speed of light all over his body. Wrists, neck, chest. His dick had been hard so long without being attended to, his stomach was beginning to hurt from keeping the weight of his sex hoisted. From keeping the pressure locked inside, not letting it out. And so he gave in to the need, gritting his teeth and gripping himself through his sweatpants, heat prickling up his spine at the sound of her gasp.
“Details . . .” he muttered thickly, sweat beads beginning to pop up on his chest, upper lip. “I was going to lock your door, track down some tissue, lie back down. Spit on my palm a couple of times and . . . try and not grunt too loudly while I stroke one out.”
Her pupils dilated. “You grunt when you do it?”
“Yeah.” He raked the heel of his hand down to the thickened ridge, cupping his balls and jostling them lightly, before massaging back up to the tip. Ahhh, fuck. So good. Ten times better than usual because Skylar was in the room while he did it, her voice the soundtrack to his lust. “I think so. I’m not really focused on the sounds I’m making.”
“Oh.”
“Oh what?”
“I don’t know. When I watch . . . porn?” Her voice was slightly muffled, as if she’d covered her face. “That’s my favorite part. When the guy groans.”
Damn, he was learning some invaluable lessons about her this morning. A treasure trove of Skylar-isms that he would put to incredible use, if and when he was afforded the opportunity. “Why?”
“I don’t know. I guess . . . the girl always seems to be faking it, but the guy . . . when he groans, he seems to be authentically enjoying himself. It’s hot.”
Robbie’s chest was heaving like he’d just swum the Potomac. “You wouldn’t be fake moaning with me. I’d probably have to cover your mouth to keep you quiet.”
A shuddering breath from Skylar.
Fuck it.
She’d given him this opening. He wasn’t going to pass it up.
“Do you want to watch me fuck myself, Skylar?”
An audible swallow. “Yeah. Yes, please.”
Oh my God. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me.”
Actually, that might physically kill him. Messing up the bond they were building.
“I’m sur—”
“Great. Good.” He turned, his knees almost losing power at the way her attention zeroed in on his cock, her eyelids sagging, fingers digging into the bedding. And when he sat down on the left edge of the mattress, leaned back onto his left elbow, took out his dick in his right fist, and settled it against his abdomen, her mouth formed an O that did remarkable things for his ego. “I’m going to spit on my hand now.”
She nodded, cheeks bloomed with pink spots.
Robbie spat in his palm.
Before he could bring the natural lubricant where it needed to go, Skylar snagged his wrist, brought his hand to her mouth . . . and spit in his palm. All while looking him in the eye.